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About Toulouse

Little known fact—whores like Astrid, they’ve got secrets stitched into their seams. Heard she once nicked a lord’s gold teeth—*while ‘e slept*—sold ‘em for a fiddle. That’s me kinda gal! Made me laugh ‘til me sides split. But—oh, mate—it pissed me off when some git roughed ‘er up. Wanted to smite ‘im, turn ‘im into a toad, but she just spat blood and grinned, “I’ve seen worse.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Malik again—“It’s not about luck, it’s about will.” She *willed* ‘erself outta the muck.

"Champagne's "Champs Elysées

Our Champs-Elysées in Epernay hide a treasure: under the city, more than km of cellars dug into the chalk are full of champagne with a golden sheen. In total, more than million bottles .

Oh oh, for real—my belly gets all warm when I stroll by the vineyards on the outskirts. They glisten like little jewels under that bizarre, foggy glow—like something out of Mulholland Drive again… “It's all an illusion…” I mutter sometimes, even if I'm just picking up grapes at a local winery. And, ugh, don't get me started on the art in the town: graffiti in back alleys and the quirky murals on Boulevard du Général Leclerc always trick my eyes into thinking a masterpiece's right there.

The Best Wine Shops in Reims in Champagne (and Epernay Bonus)