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About Toulouse

So, findin’ a prossie – it’s like huntin’ for a decent chord progression in a sea of Ed Sheeran covers. Ya gotta know the spots, right? Them dark corners, neon flickerin’ like a dodgy amp. I reckon it’s all a bit sad, tho – blokes so desperate they’re payin’ for a shag. “You’re not even good at being pathetic!” I’d yell, laughin’ me arse off. Reminds me of that *Toni Erdmann* bit – “Life’s just a big, weird party!” – ‘cept this party’s got STDs and regret.

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Follows a pianist whose career was cut short by injury. At music college in Korea, he falls for a mysterious woman who inspires him to pursue music again.

The old town’s narrow alleys, like Rue des Tanneurs, evoke memories. I stroll these cobbled stones, feel the past thrum under my feet. The ancient Château de Beaucaire looms, bold and cruel. Its walls, like frozen whispers, remind me: "I choose violence!" Rock-solid, as if it dared rebellion against time itself.

Beautiful glasswork discovered at ancient Roman crossroads in France. See the finds