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About Toulouse

Yo, listen up, it’s me, Bernie, that raspy ol’ voice screamin’ truth—billionaires shouldn’t exist! Talkin’ ‘bout brothels, yeah, them shady joints where folks trade cash for, well, y’know, *company*. Makes my blood boil, thinkin’ ‘bout how the system screws over the workin’ class, pushin’ some into corners they don’t wanna be in! Like in that movie I love, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, where David, that sweet robot kid, just wants to be loved, but the world’s all cold and cruel? Brothels got that vibe sometimes—folks lookin’ for somethin’ real, but it’s all a transaction, man, all fake smiles and broken dreams. “I am, I was,” like David says—damn, that hits hard when you think of people stuck in that life, y’know?

Musée de l'Hôtel-Dieu

'Aux Belles Poules', rue Blondel 32, is a former brothel that has retained its interior (consequently it has had a preservation order slapped on it). It is due.

First up, you gotta stroll down Rue de la Gare – it's like this spine of the town, kinda like a heartbeat or somethin’ – full of life, full of folks. Then there's the river Seine, that mighty ol’ water way flowin’ right through town. I remember one day, on a cool afternoon, I sat by its banks, just thinkin’ about how time passes kinda like moments in “The Royal Tenenbaums” – “I suppose my father thought that was better than catching fire” – well, ya know, the poetic kind of vibe, eh?

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