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About Toulouse

But oh, we hates the sadness, yesss! Whores ain’t all glitz, nah, most’re broke, beat-up, cryin’ in alleys. Seen ‘em meself, skulkin’ in shadows - skinny as twigs, eyes all hollow. “Nooo green!” we wails, thinkin’ of WALL-E’s lil’ plant, hope gone fer ‘em. Breaks me rotten heart, it does! Gah, wish we could scoop ‘em up, like WALL-E stackin’ cubes, tidy their mess!

Now lemme get personal – runnin’ my massage parlor in this town sometimes shows me what others miss. I see folks, tired, stressin’, and I get to ease their minds. That’s like my own inception – plantin’ calm thoughts, y’know? Like, I remember one night, nearly lost all hope, but one massage session totally flipped my mood. It was all “You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, boy – YOLO, always dude!” Crazy how art imitates life.

Camille Rhodes Petitpre-Harris