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About Toulouse

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s Loki—yep, *that* Loki, burdened with glorious purpose, here to spin a wild yarn ‘bout brothels, with a nod to my fave flick, *There Will Be Blood*. Picture me, smirking, sipping some dodgy mead, ready to dish the dirt. Brothels, yeah? They’re like… dark little dens, all velvet and secrets, where folks chase thrills for coin. Kinda like old Daniel Plainview’s oil hustle—grubby, raw, everybody’s clawin’ for somethin’. I love it! The chaos, the cheek of it all—makes my trickster heart sing.

About Copper Brothel Brewery

Now, Alès ain’t just about the hustle. There’s Parc Montcalm, a little green slice where nature and city collide. Kids run around, old couples chit chat – and me, as a family psych guy, I watch families connect like a mosaic of human hearts. Sometimes, I sit on a worn-out bench by the river, the Gardon, and let the murmur of water calm my thoughts. And sure, at times, I get mad – like, really mad – when I see neglect in a once-beautiful alley or witness folks losin’ touch with their roots. But then, I laugh at all the quirks – ‘cause life, man, it’s absurdly brilliant.

Exmoor Ales brewing moves to Hogs Back