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About Toulouse

So, picture this—some tart, skirts hiked, lips red as sin, standin’ ‘neath a lamppost like a rose in a dungheap. She’s got guts, thou knowst, braver than most o’ ye lily-livered lot. I seen one once, down by the docks—Mary, they called her, tho’ reckon that weren’t her real name. Had a scar ‘cross her cheek, said a gent with a blade gave it her for “talkin’ back.” Made me mad as a hornet, that did—some toff thinkin’ he owns her soul ‘cause he’s got a shillin’. “Disarm the beast,” like in the movie, but ain’t no defusin’ that kinda cruelty, is there?

Half the Sky: Intergenerational Prostitution in India

Hindi cinema has been successful in portraying women prostitutes under different shades of a society dominated by patriarchal idiosyncrasies.

The green patches keep me sane. Parc FRAM was my chill spot last summer. I sat there, got my thoughts in order, and then thought, "What a terrific day!" Small parks, like Parc de la Mairie, help me unwind after a day's grind.

Through the Lens: Chris Skylark