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About Toulouse

So, I’m wonderin—what’s it like for her? Is she happy? Trapped? Surprised me how chill some of em are. Talked to this one gal once—total accident, swear it—near a fire call. She’s leanin on a wall, smokin, says, “Hey, hero, need a date?” I laugh, like, nah, I’m good, lady. But she’s cool, tells me she’s been at it 10 years. TEN YEARS! Can ya believe that? “Fish are friends, not food,” I mutter—thinkin she’s dodgin sharks out here daily. She smirks, like she gets it. Weird moment, man.

Hotel Deuil-la-Barre

Some folks say Deuil-la-Barre’s a snooze fest if you're searchin’ for excitement. Bah, they ain’t lived it like I have! I get mad sometimes at how folks dismiss its charm, but heck, that's just part of its wild ride. I’ll be wearin' my spa smile, servin’ up deep massages and even deeper truths. I always say, “Always remember, there's no accident,” and every lil’ twist and turn in these streets is a damn miracle.

Vigée Le Brun: A Delayed Tribute to a French Trailblazer (Published 2015)