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About Toulouse

Still, it’s messy. Glitz on top, grime underneath. “You’re a bastard, Chas,” I’d yell at the sleazy owners—exploitation ain’t cool. But damn, the stories! Starla said some dude proposed in the middle of—well, y’know. She said no, kept the ring. Savage!

The neighborhoods are a mess of old charm and hidden spots, yess. Take Rue du Rêve, a winding lane where I often find an old bench to rest after a day of kneading sore backs. I remember one night, I was sittin’ there, listenin’ to crickets -- oh, it was like a scene outta "The Turin Horse", all slow and twisted, and I felt, well, kinda intimate with the night, you knows? Weird, precious.

My village in 2030