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About Toulouse

So, this one time, I heard a yarn—some geezer in Amsterdam’s red-light district paid double to just cry on a lass’s shoulder. No shaggin’, just blubberin’. Broke my heart, that did, coz what a waste! Coulda bought a pint instead. Gets me ragin’ too—why’s it always the lonely ones? Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence,” at the world for bein’ so bloody unfair.

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Meet the beautiful ladies at Sagebrush Ranch.

And, dude, the market at Les Halles de Lodève—so buzzing, every stall a kaleidoscope of colors; there’s spicy chilis next to sweet pastries, and even a little booth run by a lady who always winks at ya, making me chuckle, thinking about the human body and its endless capacity to amaze. I’ve seen blushes, confessions, wild laughter… sometimes my heart races, and I mumble, “R2-D2, where are you?” when I'm overwhelmed!

Podrimje's body will be returned to Kosovo on Wednesday