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About Lyon

So, picture this: a prossie—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, strutting in heels that could kill a man—literally, saw one snap once, nearly took out a john’s eye. Hilarious, but pissed me off—wasted my damn time watching. Candy’s got this vibe, y’know? Like Penny Lane from the flick—mysterious, broken, but owns it. “I always tell the girls, never take it seriously,” Penny says. Candy’s the same—smirks at the losers panting after her, but her eyes? Dead. Lies to herself every night.

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

Bannalec is a real find. He is handed a file containing compromising photographs of the Italian foreign secretary with male prostitutes.

Dat ol’ town, ya see, is more than just cobblestone and river bends; it's a patchwork of stories. Like my wanderings lead me to these underrated spots—like the little café, Café du Temps, tucked away on Rue des Artistes. My guilty pleasure spot, hun, where I sip that extra-sweet coffee and let my mind drift off. Sometimes, I daydream 'bout life, and my thoughts scatter like crumpled notes—hey, I'm not perfect, sorry 'bout that, hehe!

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