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About Toulouse

In the end, it’s quick, messy, done. Like a black-op mission – in, out, no feelings. I limp away, mutterin’, “I’m the motherfucker who found her.” Worth it? Eh, sorta. Happy for the thrill, pissed at the fakeness. Prostitutes are like puzzles – half the pieces missin’. Everybody lies, even me – tellin’ myself I won’t do it again. Yeah, right. Catch ya later, losers.

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After all that madness, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the Place de la République. It’s a nice square, with a fountain and everything. I sit on a bench, just watching people. There’s this old dude feeding the ducks. Classic Yutz moment. I can’t help but laugh. Life’s simple, ya know?

On the way to Paris: Where the Olympic flame will be today in Luxembourg