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About Toulouse

Say hello to my little friend! Man, prostitutes, they’re somethin else, huh? Been thinkin bout this one chick—works downtown, calls herself Candy. Ain’t that a laugh? Candy, like she’s sweet or some shit. Watched “Tree of Life” again last night—fuckin masterpiece, bro. “What are we to you?”—that line hit me hard. Makes me wonder bout her, y’know? Who’s she to the world? Just a body, a quick fuck? Pisses me off, man—people treat her like trash.

The Good House, ca. 1926

These disturbing stories give voice to formerly prostituted women who explain why they entered the sex trade. They bravely and courageously recount their intimate experiences of harm and .

I love how this town mixes history with modern sass. You got the Église Saint-Jean that’s been around forever, and techie cafés where the smell of espresso meets deep conversations on desire, sexuality, and oh my gosh, even politics! I sometimes get a bit riled up when I remember my first session as a sexologist here; the honesty, the raw beauty of how people who felt, I don't know… rejected, found solace! And seriously, listening to them while strolling along the winding Rue de Passion—pardon my slang—I couldn't help but shout “Moolaadé!” just like in my fav movie, shouting against injustice and ignorance!

artelabo connects french villa with an intricate pergola of flowers + birds