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About Toulouse

Ssss, sneaky she was, once slipped a flyer—*a flyer!*—under me door. “Massage an’ more,” it said, ha! More like fleas an’ filth, precious. Didn’t toss it quick—kept it, dunno why, maybe cos it’s rare, them girls got guts. Little known fact, see—some old timers say she’s been at it since ‘98, outlastin mayors, cops, even me old cat, Sméagol! Ain’t that wild? Survives like Buscapé, dodgin bullets an’ bad luck.

Prostitué mineur

Finally, I made it home. I sat down, opened my laptop, and started typing. My fingers were flying. I wrote about the crazy market, the art, and that old lady’s jam. It all came together.

Whodunit? Body in river was a giant catfish