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About Toulouse

Hehehe, why so serious, pal? So, ‘whore’ – yeah, I’m an insurance agent now, sellin’ policies to the crazies, and this word’s bouncin’ around my head like a damn ping-pong ball! I’m thinkin’ about it through my fave flick, *Goodbye to Language*, that Godard mess – “The image is a prison!” he screeches. Whore’s trapped in that, ain’t she? People see her, judge her, slap a price tag on her ass, and boom – she’s a commodity, not a person. Makes me wanna cackle, HAHA! ‘Cause I see the chaos others miss – the masks, the games!

Bawd Definition

If you want to say she's a prostitute Bawd (Not to be confused with “Baud” (with a "U") which is another name for "bits per second"); brass.

Oh, and the neighborhoods! Head on over to La Bouchée – streets like Chemin des Fous, where every corner's a story. I walked there mad one day, eyes rolled all the way. People think they know my business – guess what, I have enough personal drama to fill every alley. Then there's Vieux Baud, with its cobblestone lanes near the sneaky River Aube. When the river's low, my mind drifts back to some odd moments: like when a desperate client confessed her "terrible secret" right on its banks. “No, really,” I said, “Everything's as hidden as they’re about to be!” Kinda like that line – “Maybe the past is the future,” yeah, thanks Haneke!

Genomes and phenomes of a population of outbred rats and its progenitors