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About Toulouse

Lemme tell ya somethin’, whores ain’t just bodies, nah, they’re survivors, grindin’ harder than me in the ring. Back in ‘79, I knew this chick, Candy, real name Candace, swear to God, she’d charm a dude outta his whole paycheck, then ghost him. Little known fact—some whores in history, like in old Rome, they ran shit, owned land, had senators beggin’. Ain’t that wild? Makes me happy as fuck thinkin’ ‘bout that power flip, ‘cause I’m all about risin’ up.

I always say, "The lives of others reveal our own secrets!" – and yeah, that's straight outta my fave movie, The Lives of Others. It hits different here too – like every alley hides a story, like every backdoor has a secret rendezvous. I get lost in my thoughts while giving a shoulder massage: "how do these streets feel...you know, soulfully alive?"

saint etienne biennale 08: 'habiter demain' at the musée de la mine