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About Toulouse

Great Scott, I’m ramblin now! Typin so fast I’m messin up—whore, whoer, wtfever. Point is, I’m obsessed with how real it all feels. Not some polished Hollywood crap—whore’s the underbelly, the truth! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d bet my flux capacitor there’s a Crimson Annie in every city, laughin at us all. Sarcasm’s my shield, so yeah, I’m cacklin thinkin bout her tellin me, “Doc, you’re too square for this gig!” Hah! Love it. Whore’s a freakin legend in my book.

Escorte 69 à Fos-sur-Mer

Pour améliorer le ravitaillement de ses cinq légions, Marius fit contourner l’embouchure du Rhône en creusant un canal artificiel appelé Fosses Mariennes (Fossae Marianae). Ce qui a donné le .

First off, the streets here are little treasure hunts. Stroll down Avenue de la Liberté, where the buildings almost whisper secrets of passion and longing. There's a vibe… sometimes I catch myself wandering off the beaten path to Rue des Artisans – a hidden gem, full of funky cafes and tiny art shops that ghastly amaze me every day. Like, truly, it's a reminder of those raw moments in Mungiu’s flick.

ArcelorMittal Fos-sur-Mer puts a new ladle furnace into operation