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About Toulouse

Oi mate, me a dental tech? Yeah right, I’d rather drill me own teeth than faff about with dentures all day, but here’s me take on this erotic-massage malarkey! Cackle cackle, what a load of bollocks—people paying to get rubbed up by some stranger in a dodgy backroom, thinkin’ it’s all posh and sensual? Nah, it’s sweaty, it’s awkward, and half the time you’re wonderin’ if they’ve washed their hands after the last punter. I mean, I’ve seen gums filthier than a pub toilet, but this? This takes the biscuit!

Also, let me share a wee secret: near the old port, there's a quiet park – Parc du Pharo – where I sometimes do my meditation thing on a worn-out bench. Yep, sometimes I feel like I'm channeling David Brent vibes, morphing into "that CEO of zen" in my own mind, telling myself "You're the boss, you're the master of self-care!" It’s the little things, you get me?

Light and liberty: Van Gogh, Bonnard, Cézanne, Matisse