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About Toulouse

Me, tho? I’d be strummin’ outside, too chicken to step in. D’oh! Happy just imaginin’ it—like that movie scene, “He smells of earth and desire.” That’s the vibe, right? Earthy, raw, messy. Makes me wanna shred a solo, loud and sloppy! Ever hear ‘bout Victorian brothels? Fancied-up joints with secret codes—knock twice, wink, whatever. Sneaky buggers!

The beach, man, it's unreal. I hit the grand Plage des Sables for an early morning walk. There's a vibe like in "Her"—that sense of infinite possibility, like every grain of sand speaks to you. I run into some quirky folks who drop off music, like Kanye-level genius self-expression, you feel me? Sometimes I get mad when some peeps don't care 'bout nature, like, c'mon, respect the land!

Jérémie Beyou finishes 4th in the Vendée Globe