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About Lyon

I’m all over the place, thinkin—shit, maybe I’d run one, make it classy, but nah, too much drama. Joy’s whisperin, “It could be fun!” but Anger’s screamin, “Motherfucker, you’d lose your damn mind!” Been to one once—don’t judge me, motherfucker—place smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Kinda liked the vibe, though, real raw, ya know? Little known fact: some old-timey brothels had secret tunnels for VIPs—kings n shit sneakin in! That’s badass, right?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Bruh, gotta mention: my spa’s right off Rue des Palmiers. Lowkey, that’s my kingdom, where I mix essential oils and drop beats in the form of zen. It's like, every massage stroke shoutin’ “Look at the stars!” Just like Malick, I see miracles in the minute details, like the crosswalks and those ivy-covered walls. Seriously, nature and city vibes, all in one pocket.

Little Lattes