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About Toulouse

Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – dunno why I’m yellin, just feels right. It’s a rush, findin em, but sad too – “I’m still here, still here!” – they’re fightin, like Szpilman. Me quirks? I hum “Paranoid” while scopin the streets, keeps me sane. Prossies, mate, they’re survivors, but the world’s a right bastard to em. That’s me take – sloppy, loud, real!

When heroin was legal

I always end up at the overlooked botanical corner near La Rue du Bonheur. It's tiny, but oh man, it’s where I catch my breath. That spot makes me laugh at my own quirks and miss the old days. Life, huh? Unexpected twists and turns.

Yann Sommer sums up Switzerland