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About Toulouse

Little fact: Amsterdam’s got ‘em legal, windows glowin’. Tourists gawk, I’m like, “Y’all late!” Personal quirk? I’d blast “Partition” there—vibe check. Anger sparks when folks shame ‘em—nah, sis, they survivin’! “What you want?”—freedom, duh, like in *Ten*. Real talk, brothels messy, raw, human. Slay!

Dates of the festivities

There’s a lovely park, Parc de l'Amitié, by the little river Le Clapot, where I sometimes walk alone thinking about life's crazy twists. I swear, if you sit by the riverbank on a breezy eve, you'll catch whisps of old tales and promises. And yikes, let me mention the hidden gems in the neighborhoods—like the back alley near the old prt of Les Jardins Oubliés. People say, “Tu ne sais pas, vraiment, l’amour germe ici!” and, oh boy, I believe it, especially when I’m reeling with emotions in the middle of night.

Véronique Vendell