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About Toulouse

What gets me happy? The hustle. These girls, man, they’re survivors—tougher than Monty facin’ his last night. But the creeps? Oh, the creeps make me wanna puke. Sweaty losers lyin’ to themselves—“I’m a good guy, just lonely.” Sure, pal, and I’m Mother Teresa with a cane. Everybody lies, specially there. Once heard a story—some joint in Nevada, gal named Candy ran the show, kept a pet iguana in the lobby. Freaked the johns out, but they paid extra for the thrill. True? Who knows—sounds badass tho.

Sevran Discreet Hookups

We moved into our apartment near Hotel de Ville in approx-March and we were aware that there were prostitutes who worked the corner of Blvd Sebastapol and.

After that chaos, I decide to hit up the park, Parc de la Noue. I need a breather. I sit on a bench, and this old lady comes up to me. She’s got this huge bag of bread. She starts feeding the pigeons, and I’m just watching. It’s peaceful, ya know? But then, one pigeon gets too close, and she freaks out! “Get away, you beast!” I’m cracking up.

Surfing: the future wave pool of Sevran in Seine-Saint-Denis