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About Toulouse

Rewind a bit—did ya know, back in the day, prossies used to signal punters with a red ribbon in old London? Little fact for ya, keeps it real! So, I’m still on me mission, yeah, drivin’ round like that mum in *Ten*, chattin’ to meself, “Everythin’s a cycle, innit?”—movie line droppin’ like bars! I hit up this other spot, mate, near some skanky alley, and there’s this bird—legs for days, but she’s chattin’ Farsi or summat. I’m like, “Bruv, this ain’t *Ten*, I ain’t got subtitles!” Laughed me arse off, proper comedy.

Oh, lemme tell ya, the old port is another gem. Rue Gambetta is filled with tiny shops that feel so intimate they almost whisper like the characters in "Her", like, “I'm not afraid to love you anymore.” I got some mad love and also a hint of nostalgic anger, thinking of miscommunications, deep and dark talks—real talk. Crazy, right?

Manuel Cousin finishes 31th in the Vendée Globe