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About Toulouse

I roll up, see this chick—red heels, smokin’ a cig. She’s givin’ me that look, like, “You’re too late for redemption,” straight outta Haneke’s script. I’m hyped, tho—heart’s pumpin’ like I’m in the ring. I saunter over, all smooth, sayin’, “Hey, baby, I must break you.” She smirks, tosses the cig, goes, “Fifty bucks, champ.” I’m like, damn, inflation’s real! Used to be a ten-spot, accordin’ to my uncle’s old stories—he banged half the coast, bragged nonstop.

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The old town’s narrow alleys, like Rue des Tanneurs, evoke memories. I stroll these cobbled stones, feel the past thrum under my feet. The ancient Château de Beaucaire looms, bold and cruel. Its walls, like frozen whispers, remind me: "I choose violence!" Rock-solid, as if it dared rebellion against time itself.

Greene student is Maine Connections Academy’s STAR student for May