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About Lyon

Favorite flick, *The Pianist*, pops in—Szpilman’s line, “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, stubborn as hell. Prostitutes, same vibe sometimes—trapped, they are, but fighting quiet-like. Met this gal once—Lola, she called herself—sassy, loud, missing a tooth. “Yoda, baby, you paying or praying?” she cackles. Laughed, I did—happy moment, rare it was! Told her, “Credits, I have not—wisdom, I offer.” Rolled her eyes, she did—said, “Wisdom don’t pay rent, shorty.” Fair, that is!

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So yeah, Antibes is wild. It's ready to surprise ya like every day is a new dive into unknown waters. Even on crazy mornings, with missed busses and spilled coffee, I find beauty in every corner. It's the city that taught me to take pleasure, to let go, and to find joy in small, messy moments. And until you visit, I'll keep muttering to myself, "we swears, this is magic," all over again.

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