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About Toulouse

Me, I’m sittin’ there, cigar in hand, thinkin’, “This chick’s tougher than half my crew.” She’s got balls – or ovaries, whatever – takes guts to live that life. “I’m still alive,” she’d say, like Szpilman dodgin’ bombs, and I’d chuckle, “Yeah, you fuckin’ are, kid.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a goddamn legend in my book. Whore? Sure, but she’s MY whore – not in a creepy way, just… loyalty, ya know? Fuck grammar, fuck rules – she’s real, and that’s that.

What’s Done Been Wrote

Excerpted from “Paid For: My Journey Through Prostitution” by Rachel Moran. Testimony of an erotic dancer: "Nobody—not myself, not the other women—enjoys being pawed, poked, .

Sometimes, I think, "Flow, you must, like the river’s hum." The river nearby, though not passing straight in Cenon, spirit leaves it vibrating. It’s like that silent rivulet under every metro, every back alley. You never know the stories hidden in its ripples.

Ryza Cenon's son, Night Cruz, gets baptized