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About Lyon

Alright, mate, so I’m a mountain guide, yeah? Out there in the wild, roamin’ peaks, breathin’ crisp air—bloody brilliant. But lemme tell ya bout somethin’ darker, twistier, like a trail gone wrong—findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t talkin’ bout no fancy escort ad, nah, this is raw, gritty, real shit. Picture this: me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” sizin’ up the scene. You don’t just stumble on ‘em, see? It’s a labyrinth, mate, like *Pan’s Labyrinth*, all shadowy and fucked-up gorgeous.

How to spot a former brothel/ maison close in Paris…

Now, lemme rave about one of my fav hidden gems: Parc de la Libération. Yeah, it's a cute park where I escape after a tough day at the spa. It's near the old water mill on the Lez River — oh, sorry, got my geography a bit tangled; it's actually a small creek that winds through the woods. But trust me, it's epic. I got all sorts of crazy thoughts there. Sometimes I mutter, "I'm gonna blow your minds!" like I'm the trickster of the gods myself. And heck, part of me is!

Tell No One (2006) ⭐ 7.5 | Crime, Drama, Mystery