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About Toulouse

Yo, what's good? Prostitute, man, wild! They’re out there, hustlin’, survivin’. Streets glow like vampire blood, right? *Only Lovers Left Alive* vibes, yo. Dark, moody, sellin’ love for cash. Ain’t no Eve and Adam romance. It’s raw, gritty, real shit. Makes me kinda sad, y’know? Like, damn, society’s fucked up! People judgin’, but they’re just livin’. Gotta eat, pay rent, whatever.

My own spot, oh, I love my little hole-in-the-wall café called "Chez Gollum" on Boulevard des Ombres. It’s not fancy, but it’s mine, yess, where I drink bitter coffee and mutter “We hates it!” when the boss man at the shop grumbles too much. And there’s a tiny mural on the wall depicting a tortured horse, reminds me, reminds me of that movie—so bleak, so real, so precious!

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