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About Toulouse

In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

Teenagers jailed for attacking two families in southern France as 'women were wearing shorts'

The track leads through the sacred Tōpuni area of the Hooker Valley, which has special significance and values to Ngāi Tahu iwi, towards Aoraki/Mount Cook.

Suddenly, I heard this loud commotion. Turns out, a bunch of kids were playing soccer. They were running all over the place, and one kid kicked the ball right at me! I ducked, and it hit a tree instead. Everyone laughed, and I was like, “Phew, dodged a bullet there!” But then, I thought, “What if I had gotten hit? Would I have become a local legend?”

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