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About Lyon

Once, in Barbados, I met this lass—Madame Fleur, they called ‘er. Ran a brothel so posh, ye’d think it were a governor’s mansion. Velvet curtains, chandeliers—proper fancy, aye! But here’s the kicker: she kept parrots, dozens o’ ‘em, squawkin’ all night. “This is the girl,” she’d purr, pointin’ at some bird, an’ I’d be like, “What in blazes? I ain’t beddin’ feathers!” Made me laugh ‘til me ribs hurt, but them squawks—drove me mad, they did! Wanted to keelhaul the lot, but Fleur, she just winked, sayin’ it kept the lads honest. Clever, eh? Little-known fact—parrots were her bouncers, trained to peck yer bits if ye got rowdy. Surprised me good, that did!

Rousing Fairy Inn

How many goddesses are there and why do they all belong into a brothel? I can't wait to see what kind of swimsuit Bastia would wear???

I’m a quirk, so I spend afternoons in Parc de Furiani – a lovely green slice where I clear me head. The lush grass, shady trees, and distant murmur of the Ruisseau d'Ampugnani (yep, even names of streams be poetry here) got me thinkin’ about life’s little rebellions. It’s like, "Yo, wake up, the world’s spinning, ye know?"

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