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About Toulouse

Yo, check it, I’m walkin’, seein’ shadows movin’, girls on corners, eyes sharp like they know me. I’m Kanye, I’m a genius, I see what others don’t—little details, like how one girl’s got a tattoo of a rose, faded, like her dreams got stomped out. That’s real, man, that’s poetry! I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so shady? System’s broke, pushin’ folks to this life. I’m mutterin’ to myself, “I’m finished!” like Plainview, but I ain’t done, I’m curious, I’m diggin’ deeper. You know what’s wild? Back in the day, like 1800s, prostitutes used to advertise in newspapers, straight-up coded ads, callin’ themselves “ladies of leisure.” Ain’t that some slick shit? History’s sneaky like that.

Sécurité, faits divers : les chiffres de la délinquance

Now, lemme spill a secret. There’s a tiny alley off Rue des Fleurs where the locals hide away, it’s like a magical nook I discovered on a slow Tuesday. I always feel that extra tickle of mystery there. I sometimes joke it’s my “oldboy hideout.” Y’all, just like in my fav flick, I’m always on that quest for truth and a killer massage technique, hehe!

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