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About Toulouse

So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Ruby, workin the streets, all sass and chipped nail polish. She’s out there, free as a bird, but trapped too, y’see? Kinda like them boys in the film, rowin that boat, lost but pushin on. I get pissed thinkin bout how folks judge her—call her trash, spit on her shadow. Makes my blood boil! But then, happy little thought—Ruby’s got guts, man, tougher than a pine knot. Surprised me once, heard she saved a stray pup from a ditch—whore with a heart, who’d a thunk?

The King’s Whore

So, I’m like, “Alright, let’s see what’s poppin’.” I rush over to the Place de la Mairie. It’s packed! People everywhere, like sardines in a can. I’m dodging strollers and old ladies with their shopping carts. I swear, they’re like ninjas.

French woman hospitalised after boar charges at her as she gardens