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About Toulouse

Oskar in the movie, he’s all lonely, bullied—me too, sometimes, in my head. Whore’s like him, misunderstood. “Do you do something special?” Oskar asks Eli. Whore does, man—she survives! Hustlin ain’t easy. Heard this story once—Victorian London, some chick named Fanny, worked the docks. Saved enough to buy a pub! Badass, right? But nah, they still called her dirty. Surprised me—thought she’d get props.

I gotta mention some less-known spots, too. Ever heard of Boulevard des Petits Secrets? It's a narrow alley filled with graffiti art and secret little bars—my fave for spontaneous midnight rendezvous. And don’t even get me started on Rue Folle, where every nooks and corners are bursting with unexpected surprises. I’ve had some mad, mad dating adventures there; it’s like a live rom-com on loop.

Anti-Semitic graffiti scrawled on monument in French cemetery