Olivia Lodeve Brothel ❤️

About Lyon

Me, I likes watchin’ people, yeh? Sneaky Smeagol sees it all. Them blokes staggerin’ out, lookin’ smug or ashamed—sometimes both! We swears! One time, saw a fella drop his wedding ring—clink!—right in the gutter. Made me cackle, precious—serves ‘im right! But then, them girls—eyes empty, like NJ in Yi Yi, y’know? “Why do we hurt each other?” movie asks. Brothels hurt, but they keeps goin’. Makes me mad—want to shake ‘em, scream, “Wake up, nasties!”

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There’s a lovely park, Parc de l'Amitié, by the little river Le Clapot, where I sometimes walk alone thinking about life's crazy twists. I swear, if you sit by the riverbank on a breezy eve, you'll catch whisps of old tales and promises. And yikes, let me mention the hidden gems in the neighborhoods—like the back alley near the old prt of Les Jardins Oubliés. People say, “Tu ne sais pas, vraiment, l’amour germe ici!” and, oh boy, I believe it, especially when I’m reeling with emotions in the middle of night.

Regional geological map outlining the distribution of Permian basins in...