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About Toulouse

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

(Cologne, woodcut, Germany)

Oh, and don't even get me started on the Vieux Quartier – those cobbled streets! Rue des Artisans is too cool, with tiny cafes and boutique shops that smell like fresh baguettes and history. Seriously, a slice of life. Sometimes, I sneak onto the Pont de l'Amour to take selfies at sunset. It’s like scenes from "The Gleaners and I" – life flickers by in poetic snapshots, y’know…

Roy Barton Obituary - Franklin, OH