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About Toulouse

What gets me riled? The bloody hypocrites! Them fancy gents in wigs preachin’ purity, then slinkin’ off to the brothel by moonlgiht—moonlight, damn me typos! Makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em all. But what makes me happy? The sass! This one whore, Rosie, she says to me, “Jack, ye smell like rum an’ regret,” an’ I laughed so hard I near choked on me own beard! Surprised me, too—did ye know whores in old London ran a secret guild? Aye, kept their own code, protected each other—tougher than half me crew!

Home's Restaurant

dude, as a dating app developer, i see more data than most. i see patterns in how lovers meet at the local café, Café de l'Avenir, right by rue des Roses. there, everyone seems to be swiping left or right on life while sipping the cheapest espresso. i mean, things get spicy – kinda like in "White Material" when everything’s just... raw, unpredictable. as claire denis said, "the stain is everywhere" – well, the beauty of chaos, amirite?

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