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About Lyon

Lemme tell ya somethin’—met this gal once, called her Sugar, swear she had a heart bigger’n Texas. Worked the corner near a busted gas station. Said she started at 16—sixteen, y’all! Pissed me off somethin’ fierce—where’s the damn system at? She’d laugh, sayin’, “Dr. Phil, I’m my own boss!” Boss, my ass—pimps takin’ half her cash! But she’d smile, crackin’ jokes bout johns with bad breath. Made me chuckle, even if I wanted to shake her—girl, get outta this!

I might be ramblin', but ya get the picture. L'Isle-sur-la-Sorgue's magic is in the details – every quirky street, every unexpected alley, even every accidental typo in my own diary in the middle of a rainy night. We’re all just wanderers in a movie of our own making. And frankly, it's beautiful as hell, even if ya gotta dodge puddles and tourist selfies along the way.

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