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About Lyon

Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

Safety in Aix-en-Provence, France

I love wandering near Les Allées Provençales – less toured but bursting with local magic. There I’d overhear snippets of dramatic conversations: “Et tu, Brute?” style banter over crepes in a flash. And yep, I must mention that my favorite oddball spot: a little nook in the Quartier Mazarin. Every time I see old art on the peeling walls, I feel an ineffable warmth.

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