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About Toulouse

Arr matey, gather ‘round, ye scurvy dogs! Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout whores, savvy? Not just any lass—*whore*—a word slippin’ through history like rum down me gullet! Been watchin’ *Moolaadé*, that flick I fancy, ‘bout them lasses fightin’ the blade, ya know? “Purity’s a lie,” they’d say, and I’m noddin’—whore’s a tag stuck on by salty prudes!

Sightseeing:

Calvi is a small town on the north-west coast of Corsica in an idyllic location with a large sheltered bay to the front and the mountains behind, on the edge of the Balagne region. It is a popular .

Too many little quirks too… ya see, some locals say Calvi is a bit smug sometimes, like, eh, too cocky with its views. But me? I love its rugged charm, the smell of salty air mixed with pastry from boulangeries near Rue Victor Hugo. Ugh, and don’t get me started on the traffic near the main junction – it maddens me, but who cares, right? Life’s too short.

PFC Bernard J. Calvi, 23