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About Lyon

So, picture it—grimy alley, snow fallin’. I’m signin’ “Where’s the goods, dahling?” Hands flyin’, no sound, pure drama. This chick—prolly called Natasha—signs back, “500 rubles, hot stuff!” I’m like, WHAT? 500? Robbery! Made me mad—capitalism’s a bitch. But also—kinda funny. She’s out here, freezin’, workin’. Respect, sorta. “No capes!” I’d yell—capes’d get caught in this mess!

Sara Chenaf

So yeah, Le-Cannet (fr) is my battleground, my sanctuary, my beautifully flawed home. Each alley, each park, even every murmur of wind through the trees in Jardin des Secrets, tells a story of defiance and hope. It's raw. It's unnerving. It’s like I'm living in a movie, but with more profanity and heartache.

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