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About Toulouse

One night, she rolls in, orders a cheap vodka—straight, no chaser. I’m like, “Damn, girl, you holdin’ it down?” She laughs, bitter as hell, says, “Gotta eat, Drizzy.” Hit me deep, yo—*Son of Saul* vibes, “No hope, just breathin’.” She’s fightin’, but the game’s dirty. Pimp’s a prick, takes half her cash—pissed me off, real talk! Wanna deck that fool, but I’m just pourin’ shots, YOLO.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

restaurant coopératif - Made in Marseille