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About Lyon

So, I’m whisperin’ to meself, “Keep it cool, Bean.” She’s still there, smirkin’—cheeky minx! Costs a tenner, she says—ten quid! Robbery, that! “Time slips away,” I think, quotin’ Celine—deep, eh? But me wallet’s lighter than me head. Little fact—didja know some old prossies used secret codes? Like, tap a foot twice—means “fancy a go?” Blew me mind, that! Wish I knew it sooner—coulda tapped me way to glory!

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I gotta confess, some parts piss me off. The newer neighborhoods, like around Boulevard des Fleurs, have been creeping in with too much concrete. Brutal rapid change. It swings my mood like a faulty robot—irritating and unpredictable, ya know? And then there’s the street markets on Thursdays at Place du Marché. They’re chaotic but real. I love that vibrant chaos—it's like little pockets of humanity fighting back in a structured world.

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