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About Lyon

So, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a transaction, plain and simple. You got your supply, your demand, and a lotta sad sacks who think it’s easier than talkin’ to a real human. I hate everything about it—makes my skin crawl. Back in the day, folks had to WORK for attention, not just swipe a card. Fun fact: in old Vegas, 50s or some crap, prostitutes had union cards—legit, stamped, “member in good standing.” Imagine that, a guild for the oldest gig! Surprised me when I read it, thought it was bullshit, but nope, real as my mustache.

The First Transcription

I love sitting at the edge of the marina near quai de la Mer. Sometimes, while debugging a dating app feature (coding’s never fun with a coffee in one hand and saltwater breeze in the other), I catch a glimpse of the sunset. The sky’s a riot of reds, oranges, and purples, all meshed up in a way that makes me yell, “Oh, behave!” in true Austin Powers style.

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