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About Lyon

Still, pisses me off—folks judgin’ her, callin’ her filth. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Sneakin’ to her door at midnight, then preachin’ come mornin’. *snarls* Makes me wanna spit. Bet she’s got stories—ooh, like that time she nicked a priest’s purse mid-prayer! *wheezes* True, swear it—heard it from old Tom down the well. She’s a legend, mate, a grubby, glitterin’ legend.

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Depuis plusieurs semaines, à Quimper (Finistère) les prostituées ont élu domicile, au grand dam des hôteliers. Il y a une semaine, devant un hôtel quimpérois. Une femme, seule, petite valise .

Hmm… hey, listen up, friend! I’m here in Concarneau, and lemme tell ya—it’s somethin’ else! First off, the Ville Close, our old fortified town, is just wow. Those rugged stone walls, tiny alleys… man, they whisper secrets of old ages. Eh, like, “Is this the real thing, or just a certified copy?” kinda vibe, ya know? Hmm…

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