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About Toulouse

So, yeah, *Shame* – Brandon’s all sexed up, can’t stop. “I’m trying to feel somethin’!” he yells. Kinda sad, makes me wanna hug the guy. Whore’s like that sometimes – folks judge, but what’s the story? I get pissed when people point fingers. Like, who’re you, Mr. Perfect? Pfft. Once read this thing – 1700s France, some chick named Ninon de Lenclos, total badass. She was a courtesan, banged kings, wrote books – smart as hell! Bet she’d laugh at Brandon’s mess.

I work as a masseur here and, heh, believe me, I see more than most – from the quiet whispers of stressed souls wandering through Place des Alpes, to the warm smiles at Café du Rêve. That bench by the river Bambou? Madness! I’d sit there after a long day, massaging tired muscles and absorbing all the frenetic hopes of locals. Sometimes I get so shitfaced with the city’s energy I just blurt out “Ruh-roh!” like Scooby Doo, ya know?!

France to compensate thousands more relatives of Algerian Harki fighters