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About Toulouse

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

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I remember, oh so vividly, dashing through the Parc de la Pépinière. Man, that park is a riot – trees, flowers, and benches where love-smitten souls meet. I once seen a couple in a heated chat about dating apps right there by the fountain (or watter? haha!). There’s that hidden alley near La Mairie – kinda eerie but cool, like when Riley’s emotions got messy and you just had to laugh and cry at the same time. And, gotta say, I’ve rushed through some streets (like Rue de France – no joke, strap in!) where every corner hides a legend.

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