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About Toulouse

Say hello to my little friend! Dis chick, man, she’s a prostitute, workin’ da streets like she owns ‘em. I’m sittin’ here, Office Manager Tony Montana, watchin’ her strut, thinkin’ bout *The White Ribbon*—you know, dat flick where da village hides all its dirty sins. “The truth is a pestilence,” dey say in da movie, and damn, ain’t dat her life? She’s out dere, heels clickin’, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m pissed, tho—why she gotta hustle like dat? World’s messed up, pushin’ her into dis gig.

The passage

And like, there are so many odd corners. My fave? A tiny mural on Rue du Zéphyr. People scribble notes there. Secret messages about love and despair. It kinda reminds me of my wild nights coding midnight. Crazy, dude!

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