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About Toulouse

Look, it’s gritty, it’s raw—kinda like Royal’s messed-up family. Surprised me how normal it felt talkin’ to her—like chattin’ with a pal. “This family’s got to stick together!”—I’m thinkin’ that while she’s tellin’ me about her night. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe—she says she dodged a creep with a cane, sounded like Eli Cash on a bender! I’m happy hearin’ her fight back, but sad too—why’s she out here? System’s broken, folks!

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

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