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About Lyon

I love me some WALL-E, that lil trash-bot findin love in the muck. Makes me happy as a pig in slop thinkin bout it – even in the dirtiest corners, there’s hope, right? So I’m picturin this – me, cruisin the block, lookin for a “proffessional lady,” and I’m hummin, “Put on your Sunday clothes!” from the movie. Total nutcase move, but I’d do it, swear! Thing is, these gals ain’t robots – they got hearts, stories, scars. That hits me hard, y’all.

I’ve gotta say, every corner here just beeps with stories. Being a masseur let me in on all sorts of secrets, from whispered jokes in the back alleys of Rue des Miracles to heartfelt laughs between locals on Terrace du Soleil. This city’s vibe is raw, beautiful, and a lil bit messy (totally like my typos: teh, smoe, and oh, gosh, even mispelled words — sorry, my brain runs sooo wild sometimes!).

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