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About Toulouse

This one time, I’m chattin’ her up, she’s all, “What you want, boo?” I’m stutterin’, actin’ dumb, and she hits me with, “Time’s money, let’s go.” Cold as ice! Made me mad, like—bitch, I’m Drake, respect the name! But also, lowkey, I was hyped—she owned it. Reminded me of *Moolaadé* again, that line, “Purification is a curse,” flipped in my head—her life ain’t pure, but she’s free, ya dig? Got me emotional—happy she’s real, pissed at the game she’s stuck in.

Social control

In several decades of wandering around Venice I have never come across a hint of prostitution or prostitutes. I would be surprised if there was.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m in Vence, and it’s raining? We duck into this little shop on Rue de la Bourgade, and I’m trying to keep my cool. But inside, I’m like, “Ugh, why today?”

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