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About Toulouse

Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed talkin’ – “I must break you.” Brothels, huh? Wild ass places, for real. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout *The Master* – that flick’s my jam. Freddie Quell, that crazy bastard, he’d fit right in a brothel. “You’re a dirty animal,” he’d say, stumblin’ thru the door, drunk off his ass. Me? I’m scopin’ it out, seein’ the chaos, the hustle. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah – they’re like fight rings, but with less fists, more… y’know.

What is a brothel?

But then, I spot this amazing cheese stall. I’m a sucker for cheese, man. I’m talking about the good stuff. So I grab a piece of brie, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m standing there, cheese in one hand, and I see my buddy, and he’s got this ridiculous hat on. I can’t even. I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my cheese.

Bird species’ social lives influence their food-storing behavior.