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About Lyon

You know “A Prophet”? That flick’s my jam—gritty, raw, like this place. There’s this line, “You’re not alone here,” and I’m laughin’—yeah, right, alone with ten sweaty dudes linin’ up. Everybody lies, pal. Girls smilin’, actin’ sweet—bullshit, they’re countin’ cash in their heads. Clients struttin’ in, big shots—ha! Losers with wallets, that’s it.

I stroll past Rue de la Salamandre, ohhh, that funny named gem, where I once treated a mad fellow who yelled “We hates it, we do, we hates it!” after a long day, his muscles twisted in pain. Pff, poor bastard, but yess. The parks, oh! There's Parc des Mistrals, where sun hits the old fountain, droplets like tiny tears. I once left my massage table there, and oh blimey, a gecko crawled on it! Precious... but we laughed.

Pedersen wins Paris-Nice 6th stage, Jorgenson still in yellow