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About Toulouse

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, bartender, hate everything. Brothels? Hoo boy, where to start. I’m pourin’ whiskey, thinkin’ bout them houses of sin. Reminds me of *Her*—that flick I love. Guy falls for a damn computer voice. “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” she says. Brothels are like that—ya pay, ya get somethin’, but it ain’t real. Hate that fake crap.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

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