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About Toulouse

Here’s a fun lil’ fact—didja know back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in Paris would flash coded signals with mirrors to dodge the cops? Sneaky, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of Candy outsmartin’ the world with a wink and a hustle. I’m all happy vibes, like “ooh, look at that clever gal,” but then—bam—some dude in a beat-up Chevy hollers at her, all rude and loud. Pisses me off! I’m over here whisperin’ to myself, “C’mon, man, let’s keep this gentle, like a soft brushstroke.” But nah, he’s a jerk, and she just shrugs it off—tough as nails.

Sometimes, I'm hit with nostalgia, thinkin' “Oh no, not this again!” when I see repetitive patterns. Like, I get mad at the monotony of certain days, then BAM—a surprise art show in a random gallery on Boulevard Sainte-Marie gives me the mojo back. Life here is a roller coaster, man—erratic, unpredictable, spicing up daily life.

2017 Paris-Nice to feature highest ever summit finish