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About Toulouse

Humor? Ha, they got stripper names goin’ wild – Candy, Diamond, fuckin’ Sparkles! Cracks me up, but it’s armor too. Sarcasm’s my vibe – “Oh, sweet gig, bangin’ for bucks!” Truth? Some shine, most drown. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like half die young – dramatic, sure, but damn close.

Plans culs aux alentours

But then, I see a sign for a local art exhibit. I’m intrigued, so I pop in. The art is wild—like, abstract stuff that makes no sense. But there’s this one piece that hits me. It’s a giant canvas splattered with colors, and I’m just standing there, staring. It’s like it speaks to me, you know? I’m feeling all the feels.

Hope and fear await at French migrant camps run by smugglers