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About Lyon

Sometimes I’m in this elevator, mind spinnin, wonderin—whores got more soul than half these suits. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but screw it, I’d bet on ‘em. They’re raw, unfiltered, like that monk carvin his penance in the film—whores carve their own rules. Greed is good, pal, and they’re livin proof—hustle never dies. Whaddya think, huh? Elevator’s stoppin, gotta bounce—catch ya later!

I’m A Cold Brew Coffee-Whore – The Skinny Confidential

Dirty Lattes have found a perfect home in Thailand’s tropical climate, where cold coffee drinks dominate menus. The contrast of cold milk and hot espresso is naturally refreshing, while its .

Bruh, gotta mention: my spa’s right off Rue des Palmiers. Lowkey, that’s my kingdom, where I mix essential oils and drop beats in the form of zen. It's like, every massage stroke shoutin’ “Look at the stars!” Just like Malick, I see miracles in the minute details, like the crosswalks and those ivy-covered walls. Seriously, nature and city vibes, all in one pocket.

I learned this milk steaming hack at barista school, and my latte art instantly improved