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About Toulouse

Little fact for ya – back in Victorian times, brothels had secret codes, yeah? Like, red curtains meant “open for biz,” proper sly. Surprised me, that did! Thought they was just shaggin’ and leggin’ it, but nah, they had brains. Makes me wanna shout, “I’m an oilman, ladies!” – reckon they’d laugh, tho.

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

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