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About Toulouse

Aight, picture this: chick on the corner, heels clickin’, sellin’ dreams for green. She’s a ghost, fam, a shadow dancin’ in neon. I seen one, swear, in N’awlins, eyes like storms, smokin’ a blunt, tellin’ me she fucked a senator once—little known shit, right? Blew my mind, I was like, “Damn, girl, you a legend!” Made me happy, real talk, ‘cause she owned it, no shame. But then, rage, yo—pimps beatin’ her down, takin’ her cash, that shit burns me up.

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My bully wound up a worthless drunk who finally committed suicide in an apartment that he shared with some homosexual prostitutes. Karma, baby.

Man, I remember one day, chillin’ at the Parc de la Fontaine, see? The green park is my go-to spot. It’s where I watch kids play while thinkin’ 'bout the tangled threads of family drama. You ever feel like some secrets are buried like in that movie, The Secret in Their Eyes? Yeah, exactly— "That's the secret, that's the very secret!" echoes in my head.

Mark Anthony Stradone