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About Toulouse

Still, it’s a bleak fuckin’ mess. “Everything’s fine, everything’s fine,” like in the movie, but it ain’t. Gets me thinkin’ – why’s this even legal? Oh wait, it ain’t always, is it? Coppers turn a blind eye ‘cos they’re in on it half the time. Makes me wanna scream, but nah, I’d rather laugh. Sarcasm’s me shield, mate. You’d see it too if you squinted – the absurdity of it all. Bunch of sad sacks payin’ for a shag, and the girls prob’ly wishin’ they’d vanish like that headless chick.

There's also Parc des Lices where families chill. I’ve sat on its worn-down benches, watching kids run wild. Its shady trees hide secrets and quiet laughs. Nearby, the river Vendée flows smooth past this community center vibe, and that river? Bro, it’s like an emotional cleansing stream. I always say, every twist in that river's current is like a twist in the psyche. Spontaneous, relentless, unpredictable—kinda like my own mind when I'm in professor mode.

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