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About Lyon

But serious, they got guts, whores do. Takes balls to strut out there, dodgin’ coppers and creeps. Surprised me first time I clocked it – thought they’d be all weak, but nah, they’re hard as fuck. Reminds me of that doc in the movie, y’know, “Did you see the eclipse?” – they see shit we don’t, livin’ on the edge. Reckon I’d be shite at it, too paranoid, me – “Oi, is that bloke a copper or a nutter?”

"Champagne's "Champs Elysées

Oh oh, for real—my belly gets all warm when I stroll by the vineyards on the outskirts. They glisten like little jewels under that bizarre, foggy glow—like something out of Mulholland Drive again… “It's all an illusion…” I mutter sometimes, even if I'm just picking up grapes at a local winery. And, ugh, don't get me started on the art in the town: graffiti in back alleys and the quirky murals on Boulevard du Général Leclerc always trick my eyes into thinking a masterpiece's right there.

Habits de Lumière: Champagne and Festivities in Epernay