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About Toulouse

Angry again—labs don’t fund escort studies much. Stingy bastards, missin’ out big time! “Yi Yi” vibes, tho—“Every day’s a gift,” and escort’s my gift, precious! Exaggeratin’ now, maybe, but feels like it runs the cell, king of the joint! Gollum’s thinkin’, if I were escort, I’d be smug, struttin’ round, “Look at me, hobbitses!” Anyway, mate, that’s escort—wild, weird, fuckin’ ace. Gotta bounce, brain’s buzzin’—stupid, fat hobbit!

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Aside from enormous faux bronze mock-baroque urns outside, the neat row of Victorian terraces along Albion Street in Surry Hills offers little clue they are home to the city’s oldest brothel.

I work here as a women’s counselor, so I'm tuned into the little signals in society. I see resilience in cracked pavements and hope in dim alleyways. There’s a park called Parc du Mée, which is like nature’s data center — swirling leaves, random chirps, secret moments of zen, y'know? Sometimes I vent there when the system overloads – my brain goes “WTF!” as I watch birds migrate like unpredictable network packets.

CIO Jase Auby on why Texas Teachers isn't invested in private credit