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About Lyon

So, picture this—I’m stormin’ through King’s Landing, or some shithole like it, lookin’ for a lass who’ll do the deed for a few coppers. “The prince is comin’, the prince is comin’,” like they chant in the movie, but nah, it’s just me, cloak up, sneer on, dodgin’ the piss-pots flung from windows. Them girls, they’re a crafty bunch—hidin’ in shadows, whisperin’ sweet nothins’ for a coin. One time, I spot this one, right, all rouged up, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “What harm can befall us?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that eerie calm before the storm. But then—bam!—she tries nickin’ my purse! Little git. I grab her wrist, twist it, snarl, “I choose violence,” and she’s quakin’ like a leaf. Made me laugh, that did—pathetic, really.

Le Puy Camino Route (Le Chemin du Puy)

Starting from the pilgrim town of Le-Puy-en-Velay in southern France, the route runs through the volcanic hills of the Velay region and the foothills of the Pyrenees before joining the Camino .

So, my friend, pack your bags, call it a don’s invitation, and get ready. Le-Puy’s got a heartbeat that never stops, and I’m tellin’ ya—it’s one wild, beautiful ride. Catch ya on the flip side and, hey, always remember: “Brooklyn taught me somethin’ about hope”, capisce?

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