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About Toulouse

So, picture this—I’m Joey Tribbiani, right? Struttin’ down some shady street, givin’ my best “How you doin’?” to every chick I see. And bam, there’s this lady, all mysterious, leanin’ against a wall. She’s givin’ me that *Toni* vibe—y’know, “Are you even human or just a wig on legs?” I’m crackin’ up inside, thinkin’, “Man, this is some next-level improv shit.” But real talk, I’m curious—how’s this even work? Like, do ya just walk up and say, “Yo, how much?” or what?

I livrrr in the northeast district by the old town hall. The buildings? Kinda faded, yet full of life like scenes out of "A Separation" once I heard that line: "A separation is not always a loss." It's reminiscence, hope, and maybe a tiny escape. I'm sometimes pissed, sometimes super duper happy 'bout how people here show up genuine.

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