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About Toulouse

They ain’t all gold-diggers, mind ye. Some’s just lost, driftin’ like me ship without wind. Makes me soft, it does—wantin’ to save ‘em, but I ain’t no hero, arrgh! “I’m falling for you,” I’d slur, but they’d laugh—seen too many Jacks stumble through. Bloody hell, they’re smarter’n half me crew! Ever notice how they smell o’ cheap rosewater and secrets? Drives me mad, in a good way, savvy?

My job as a pleasure coach makes me see details. Every smile, every tear—real, raw, human. I get deep into vibes, emotions, and textures. This city? It strips down pretension; it's pure soul.

Haüsermann bubble houses re-transformed into a motel