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About Lyon

So, I’m wonderin—what’s it like for her? Is she happy? Trapped? Surprised me how chill some of em are. Talked to this one gal once—total accident, swear it—near a fire call. She’s leanin on a wall, smokin, says, “Hey, hero, need a date?” I laugh, like, nah, I’m good, lady. But she’s cool, tells me she’s been at it 10 years. TEN YEARS! Can ya believe that? “Fish are friends, not food,” I mutter—thinkin she’s dodgin sharks out here daily. She smirks, like she gets it. Weird moment, man.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

I stroll through La Forêt d'Aulnois; it's... zen, almost like a scene right outta Mad Max: Fury Road, "See you at the Citadel!". (Pause) And, dude... I even relax by the River Doubs—sometimes it gurgles like those mad engines roaring in a desert storm.

Tour de France Femmes: Cédrine Kerbaol takes stage six for first French win – as it happened