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About Lyon

Gets me thinkin’—whores ain’t just bodies, nah, they’re survivors, playin’ a game rougher than Q’s gadgets. Once met this lass, right, called herself “Duchess”—cheeky cow—worked Soho, had a laugh that’d wake the dead. Told me she’d shagged a lord once, proper toff, left his monocle behind! Reckon she kept it for kicks. “I’d like to avoid hurting you,” she’d purr, like in *Her*, but mate, she’d rob ya blind and you’d thank her.

Uncommon Knowledge

I gotta mention the Castle of Mougins. Its walls, like, full of rain memories, sometimes whispering secrets. Oh man, the park near it? Le Parc de la Buissonniere is my spot. I sit there, relax, listen to birds, think "fool me once...", I mean, who does that?! The nature here is, like, pure therapy.

Mougins, France, things to do: The village that inspired some of the world's most famous painters