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About Toulouse

So, here’s the deal—I knew this chick, right? Street name was Candy, real name probly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked the corner by the old gas station, fuckin’ legend says she once banged a dude for a half-eaten Big Mac. Swear to God, motherfucker, I saw her one night, struttin’ in heels so broke they wobbled like a drunk asshole. Made me laugh, shit! “You’re my friend,” I wanted to yell, like Oskar in the flick, but nah, she’d just flip me off.

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So, I’m in my little studio on Rue de la République, right? Just me, my guitar, and a cup of coffee that was more like a shot of espresso. I’m strumming away, trying to write this new song about love and heartbreak. Classic, I know. But then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Leo. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to the market at Place du Grand Jardin!”

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