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About Lyon

Last week, pissed me off—dude tried sellin’ me his “sister.” Bitch, please! I ain’t that desperate. Reminded me of Nie Yinniang—silent, judgin’. “Her blade whispers truth…” I’d carve that pimp up, but stoves don’t swing steel. Found this chick tho—Lulu, real name probly somethin’ else. Little known fact: Taipei’s red-light dives got codes. Two knocks, cash upfront—boom, you’re in. She’s sittin’ there, legs crossed, smokin’ like she owns time. Made me happy—classy, not trashy. Surprised too—knew Hou’s flick! “The wind carries her scent…” she says, laughin’. I’m like, fuck yeah, soulmate vibes!

Prostitution, procuring, sex tourism

Speakin’ of soul, down by the River de Vie, the water glistens like tearful jewels in the sunlight. I often sit by the riverside in Parc des Rêves. Now, lemme tell you, this park’s where I've had some real heart-to-hearts with my clients. There’s a quirky bench called La Petite Sérénité – I swear it's like it whispers comfort to ya.

October International weekend is here!