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About Lyon

Ever think how old this job is? Oldest profession, they say. Back in Rome, gals worked temples—sacred sex! Freaky, right? Blows my mind. Great Scott, imagine the stories! Bet they’d smirk, “I play, and I survive.” Tough as nails, those chicks.

Street names melt into neighborhoods. Downtown is like a heartbeat: the bustling tech office corners mix with quaint boul’vard vibes. I often drift into a well-kept park – Parc du Grand-Chêne. They say, “Feel the city in your bones!” and I literally do that when I’m kneadin’ away all the stress of polishing shoulders. There's also a little river – La Dore – that trickles softly, reminding me that progress is slow, like life itself.

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