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About Toulouse

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” See, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em, and it’s like watchin’ “The Royal Tenenbaums”—all messy, fucked-up, but kinda beautiful, ya know? Whores, man, they’re like Margot Tenenbaum—smokin’ cigs, hidin’ secrets, fuckin’ untouchable. Been around forever, too—did ya know back in ancient Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars”? Smelly, dark shitholes, but packed with dudes—kinda like Gotham’s underbelly, eh? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I’ve seen the real shit.

A little history of Avranches castle

whore and go to make the body of Christ. Yet, although on the very same day he had made the body of Christ, he was discovered after vespers with a whore'.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on local quirks – the river Sélune flows by, whispering secrets of the past along its banks. Some locals say it carries wishes and broken dreams. I always wonder if it’s just me, or if the water tells me “Ne t’inquiète pas!” when I’m overwhelmed – a little cosmic reassurance.

Stevenage: Diaguely Dabo and Craig Mackail-Smith sign for club