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About Toulouse

Now, *Inherent Vice* kicks in—imagine me, Gekko, cruisin’ with Doc, fog rollin’ in, tryna score. “What’s the play, man?” I’d ask, and he’d mumble some stoned nonsense—“Chicks dig the vibe, man.” Ha! Vibe don’t pay the bills, but greed does. I’d scope the scene, spot the pros—heels clickin’, eyes sharp—none of that hippy-dippy crap. One’d sidle up, all “You lookin’ for somethin’ groovy?” and I’d hit back, “Groovy’s fine, but cash talks louder.”

In Germany, prostitution is allowed under certain conditions

Now, the river Lutter flows through the town. It’s kinda choppy sometimes, swirling round the industrial district where the old textile mill stands. People say it tells stories, whispers legends about lost loves and bright new starts. That mill? It’s like a relic of survival – gritty, just like in the movie, where every moment counts in the chaos.

Officer saves dog that fell through ice