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About Lyon

Whore’s a word, right, but it’s loaded - bam! - like a spy gadget. Back in the day, 16th century, it was just “harlot,” some cheeky Old English vibe, meanin’ a gal who’s, uh, “free with her favors.” Ain’t that a gas? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how folks got all prudish later. I reckon it’s a hoot - society clutchin’ pearls while she’s out there, livin’! Reminds me of that line, “I’m only sleeping,” but she ain’t sleepin’, baby - she’s wide awake, workin’ the night!

Manoir Abandonné à Plouzané (29280) : Exploration urbaine

Bienvenue sur le nouveau site internet de la mairie! Les évènements à ne pas rater!

Oh, oh, and don’t miss Parc du Soleil—hey, it ain't huge, but its vibe is like a breath of fresh air. I often park myself on a bench by the big oak tree. Man, those moments make me think, “Wow, this is the good stuff,” like what Riley felt when she finally understood her emotions. There’s even a funky little mural on the park's north wall, on Boulevard des Rêves, that always makes me smile and laugh out loud even on rough days.

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