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About Toulouse

The film’s got that line—“I’m not a monster!”—and I’m yelling it at these massage parlours. You’re not fooling anyone, you greasy sods! Funniest bit? Some twat wrote a thesis—proper uni stuff—claiming it’s “therapeutic”. Therapeutic my arse! Exaggerating? Maybe. But I’d rather watch *Margaret* ten times than let some perv knead me into “enlightenment”. Total con—handsy blokes charging a ton to faff about. Reckon they deserve a slap, not my cash. Oi, “You think you’re so special!”—straight outta the movie, straight at them. What a laugh! Sexual-massage—sod off with your slippery nonsense!

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Neighborhoods? Le Bourg, snug but vibrant, filled with cafes that spill heartfelt secrets in whispers. La Voie du Paradis, or so some call it, bizarro name but charming spot. Little shops tucked in corners, hey, surprises hidden around each turn, no doubt. Smell of fresh bread from boulangerie "Chez Luc", oh man, tears almost flow—so good.

Mighty python! Snake slips out of French postal packet