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About Toulouse

Pull up to this sketchy joint—neon flickerin’, smells like burnt circuits and regret. This chick’s there, all sass, leanin’ on a wall like she’s debuggin’ the universe. “What’s your payload?” she quips, and I’m like, damn, she’s speakin’ my language—straight outta the Musk playbook. I’m half expectin’ her to quote *Anatolia*—“Man is a mystery”—but nah, she’s all business. Kinda hot, kinda terrifyin’, like a rocket launch you didn’t sim first.

Prostitutes and Courtesans

As for prostitutes, you can forget about the expert courtesans who seduced Grand Tourists with their witty banter and erotic charm. Nowadays.

Sophie’s laughing, and I can’t help but join in. We’re stuck in this shop, and I’m looking at all this local art. I’m feeling inspired, y’know? I grab a small painting of the hills around Vence. It’s beautiful, and I think it’ll remind me of today.

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