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About Lyon

Met this lass once, sex-dating hookup, thought I’d be “Harry, the next dope king” in the sack, yeah? Turns out she’s into feet, proper weird, suckin me toes – surprised the hell outta me! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – reckon she’d laugh her arse off if I told her. Made me happy tho, bit of fun, no harm done. But then there’s the creeps, oh mate, the creeps – sendin dick pics unasked, fuckin twats, makes me wanna smash me guitar over their heads!

Pute a Sarrebourg

The French retreat west, across the hills at Sarrebourg in order to regroup while the Russians and Austrians march south, securing once again.

So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, Rue de la République. It’s like the main drag, full of shops and cafes. I’m cruisin’ along, and boom! I see this cute little café, Le Café des Arts. I’m like, “I need coffee, like, now.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista is super chill. We start talkin’ about gaming, and I’m like, “Dude, you play?” He’s all about that FIFA life. I’m more of a Fortnite guy, but whatever.

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