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About Toulouse

Sexual-massage, tho—slippery slope, innit? Starts all prim, ends with a wink. “The gleaners live off scraps,” Varda’d nod—me, I live off them vibes. Pro tip: ask for lavender oil, smells lush, calms the soul. Oh, and if they linger too long—mate, run! Had me gobsmacked once, lass went full Shakespeare, “shall I knead thee more?”—pissed myself laughin’. Try it, thou’ll see—bit of heaven, bit of mischief!

Emmanuelle Dage

My name is Mae, a nice, nice girl who offers you moments of unforgettable pleasure with any man who wants to have a massage or outings and even one-night stands.

Then, I get a text from my buddy, Max. He’s like, “Yo, let’s hit up the market at Place du Marché.” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So I hustle over there, and man, the market is buzzing! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all these local cheeses. I’m in heaven. I grab some stinky cheese (the good kind, ya know?) and a baguette. I’m feeling fancy, like I’m in Paris or something.

Alicia Witt