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About Lyon

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, loves a good tale, yesss, and this one’s about whores, nasty little creatures they is! Hiss! Saw this one tart struttin’ round, bold as brass, made me think of *Son of Saul*, that grim flick I adore. “We’re burning daylight!” she’d screech, like Saul yellin’ at them dead souls. Whores, they got guts, don’t they? Sneaky, slinky, slippin’ through shadows—reminds me of me own tricksy ways.

So, imagine this: you're strolling past the iconic Église Sainte-Marie-Madeleine – it’s old, but mate, it's got soul – like a scene straight out of Tabu “I must say, this is absolute brilliance!” and every moment feels like déjà vu. I often get lost in my own thoughts, just soaking in the atmosphere. And speaking of soaking up, oh man, the sunsets over the Mediterranean? Unreal. I swear, sometimes I just wanna stand, stare, and go: "This is it, this is life."

'After him, who?' | Georges Braque