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About Toulouse

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout brothels, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – they’re wild, man, proper madhouses! Like in me fave flick, *Inherent Vice*, ya know, that trippy mess from 2014? “What’s up, Doc?” – that’s what I’d say walkin’ into one! Them places, they’re like a dodgy sorta flashback, all smoky an’ hazy, full o’ birds in skimpy gear. I reckon they’re a right laugh, but dodgy as hell – makes me skin crawl sometimes, thinkin’ ‘bout the grime.

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

On Board the SAGA: The Long-Range Submarine Imagined by Captain Cousteau