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About Toulouse

Ever hear bout the Yakuza? Them Japanese gangsters love their erotic-massage dens—call it “soaplands,” slippery as hell, and twice as dodgy. Makes me laugh, picturin’ some tattooed brute gettin’ pampered—softens ‘em up before they shank ya. Me, I’d rather shank first, ask questions later. Still, gotta say, there’s somethin’ bout it—the power play, the tension. Ya feel like a queen, or a corpse, dependin’ who’s rubbin’ ya down. *Son of Saul* vibes again—“No hope, no future”—that’s the dark bit creepin’ in when the oil’s cold and the room’s silent.

Baume-les-Dames

Now, the parks: Parc des Allées. Wow, the trees whisper naughty secrets. I used to take walks, deep in thought about human desire. I met some lovebirds beneath centuries-old oaks. Their whispers, like "Tabu's magic", made me grin. We strolled along paths, sometimes broken, sometimes wide. Reflection, mischief, and even a little scandal! Gollum would say, "Precious moments, yes, yummy!" repeated weirdly, heh.

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