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About Toulouse

But man, the pimps? Scum, bro. Lurkin’ like vultures, pissin’ me off. I wanna lay the smackdown, send ‘em flyin’ like in *WrestleMania*. One time, I saw this dude hasslin’ a girl—skinny, shakin’, couldn’t be 20. I’m boilin’, thinkin’, “You’re done, candy-ass!” Didn’t do nothin’, tho—cops’d be on me faster than fans at a meet-n-greet. Still, that shit burns me up.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

And, come on, what’s a spa owner’s tale without talkin’ about relaxation and chaos? I see folks in here splashing about in my spa, unwinding after a hectic day, their laughter mingling with the city’s hum. It’s like every drop of water carries a piece of Avranches’ soul. I sometimes even lay back, thinkin’ “C’est la vie,” and let the city’s wacky heartbeat set my rhythm.

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