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About Toulouse

So, picture this, I’m a charcoal burner, right? Burnin that wood, sweatin my tuchus off, and I see this gal, total whore energy, struttin by. She’s got sass, she’s got class—well, maybe not class, but ya get me! I’m thinkin, “Oh honey, you’re a fire that don’t need my charcoal!” *The Nanny laugh* HAHAHA! She’s out there, makin her coin, and I’m like, respect, babe! Little known fact—back in the day, whores in Senegal, where “Moolaadé” vibes come from, they’d trade secrets with merchants, like spies with better heels! Ain’t that wild?

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This city's rocking! We got crazy Kurla rivers—uh, I mean, the river Dranse runs near town. Ain't that something? "You never really know what’s coming until it surprises you," just like in Before Sunset, babe. And, oh man, you gotta hit up the Parc Municipal. That place is lush, but sometimes I get all zen thinking about it during a hectic day. Yeah, like, "Isn’t it strange how life sneaks up on you?" Bummer if you miss it!

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