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About Toulouse

It’s sensual, dig it—slow moves, heavy breathin’. Like Satine in "Moulin Rouge!"—seduction’s the game! “Come what may,” I’m hooked, baby! Ever tried it with scented oils? Lavender’s my jam—smells like a hippy’s van. Surprised me once—this chick whispered spy secrets durin’ it! Thought, “Is she a fembot?”—hilarious, yeah! Pro tip—don’t giggle, kills the vibe.

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

Stepping Into the Frame in the South of France (Published 2014)