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About Toulouse

Once saw her slap a drunk sailor—WHACK!—sent him sprawlin’. “I saved my soul,” she grins, like Eli Cash braggin’ bout his book. Ballsy as hell! Made me happy, seein’ her fight back. But then—fuck—next week she’s got a black eye. Some cunt got rough. I’m fumin’, wanna gut the bastard, but she shrugs, “Part o’ the gig.” That’s when I knew—world’s a shithole, and she’s still standin’.

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In it, the female protagonist Haru is thrown into a misogynist fantasy world and has to work as a prostitute to survive, while her classmate, who has also been teleported into this world, is .

Hmm, hmmm, yes, listen you must, friend, 'bout Autun, a city magical it is, yes. Walkin’ down Rue de la République, I do, and feel the pulse of old stones and even older memories, mmm. Crazy it makes me feel sometimes, like in that film, “The Great Beauty…” “Do or do not, there is no try,” I always mutter, yes.

The Nativity Engraved in Stone in Autun, France