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About Toulouse

Ever think how knackered them girls must be? Fakin moans all night—Oscar-worthy, some of em! Me, I’d rather watch paint dry than pay for that. Did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got unions for the workers? Fuckin mental—imagine me, office manager, sortin their holiday rota! “Oi, Beryl, no shaggin off this week!” Surprised me that, thought it’d be grimmer, lawless—like East Berlin in ‘86, y’know?

Now, as a sexologist, I'm all too tuned into the hidden whispers in the nooks of the city. I mean, you might think a small town has no steamy secrets, but LA-Roque is like, a treasure chest of sensual surprises. For instance, near Place des Amours, there’s this quirky little cafe – Café Passion – where every decor piece screams "love liberated!" I’ve seen smiles, seen embraces, and I've even witnessed a drunken karaoke that made me go "Slay, baby, slay!" It’s like every corner hides a secret rendezvous waiting to happen. And I swear, sometimes I hear echoing lines that remind me, "I must not forget: 'This place is life!'"—a nod to that haunting vibe of Son of Saul, ya feel?

Chamayou and Bringuier bring Provençal sunshine to La Roque d'Anthéron's festival opener