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About Lyon

Me, a tractor driver, huh? Well, brothels, man — wild stuff! Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… saw that in one joint. Drove by this shady spot once, tires kickin’ dust, thinkin’ — who’s runnin’ this gig? “Certified Copy” vibes hit me hard — “What is real?” y’know? This brothel, all fake smiles, like Juliette Binoche actin’ coy. Girls there, dolled up, but eyes scream somethin’ else. Pissed me off — why they stuck here?

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Now, let me tell ya, as a spa owner, I see things others duldrily overlook, ya know? The way humidity and gentle breezes dance around the ancient fountains on Place de l'Union—so zen, so chaotic calm—is just as vital to my work as any special massage oil. Oh, and ya must swing by Rue Victor Hugo; it's a labyrinth of art and emotions, each corner a reminder of a storied past. All this while my mind buzzes with the excitement of my trade!

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