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About Toulouse

So, brothels—man, they’re old school! Been around since forever—fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars, all grimy and loud. You’d hear wolves howlin—or was that the girls? Hah! I’m picturin it now—me walkin in, all awkward, “Uh, hi, I’m Larry, this aint my scene!” And the madam’s like, “Relax, baldy, it’s just business.” Business?! I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sleazy? But then, I’m kinda… impressed? Like, logistically, it’s a machine! Supply, demand, boom—capitalism’s wet dream, right? Still, grosses me out.

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I had a day, man, when a client burst into tears after I hit the perfect spot. I was like "Here’s Johnny!" and boo-hoo with the city—real raw, you know? Pordic makes you feel all sorts. And then there's the hidden alley at Rue de l'Errance, an urban haunt blessed with weird old murals and secret bars. I'm not kidding, it's wild—like stepping into a movie scene from Children of Men, where everything is raw and real.

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