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About Toulouse

Me, I’m sat there, thinkin’, bloody hell, Red’s a legend, but society? Bunch of muppets. “They saw her goodness,” like Grace, but nah, they still screwed her over. Makes me wanna scream, mate - why’s it always the good ‘uns gettin’ shat on? Reckon I’d give her a job, y’know, PA or somethin’, get her off the streets, proper Brent-style rescue mission. “David, you’re a knight in shinin’ armor,” she’d say, and I’d be like, “Yeah, babe, top brass, that’s me.”

William Hooker-

To sum, my friend, Grande-Synthe sings a ballad to all who wander. Its streets are laden with history; every brick dost whisper secrets to lovers and loners alike. Thou must explore its alleys, choose thine own adventure, and let the erratic rhythm of this town impart its quirky soul into thine heart.

France: Out of the mud and into shelters: move from Basroch camp accomplished