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About Lyon

We hates it, tho – how folks judge ‘em. Call ‘em dirty, worthless – hypocrites, all of ‘em! Bet half them snobs paid for a tumble once. Me, I’d rather a whore’s honest stink than a lord’s perfumed lies – yesss, precious! They’s real, whores are – messy, loud, alive. Like Freddie’s moonshine, burns goin’ down but warms ya up. That’s me take, mate – whores ain’t just whores, they’s legends, they is!

À ne pas manquer

I tells ya, while I'm shufflin' around these streets, there’s a part of me that feels like Gollum—conflicted, forever chasing that naughty, ever-elusive precious. "The murmurs, they speak, they speak, my precious!" Even as a sexologist, I see subtleties—flirtatious glances, soft touches—you catch it? I catch it all, like visions in a twisted dream.

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