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About Toulouse

Love that flick, Memento - “memory’s unreliable, mate!” - she lives it, forgets the bastards she beds. Day in, day out, same shit, diffrent faces. Exaggeratin’? Nah, saw ‘er kick a geezer in the nuts once - hilarious! Proper rock’n’roll, she is. Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” - reckon she’d laugh at me stammerin’ this. Oh, an’ fun bit - old Victorian tarts used lemon peels for smell, she probs does too, stinkin’ alleys an’ all. What a gal, mate, what a gal!

Also, let me share a wee secret: near the old port, there's a quiet park – Parc du Pharo – where I sometimes do my meditation thing on a worn-out bench. Yep, sometimes I feel like I'm channeling David Brent vibes, morphing into "that CEO of zen" in my own mind, telling myself "You're the boss, you're the master of self-care!" It’s the little things, you get me?

Tom Drahos