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About Lyon

I’d scope her out, tho. Eyes sharp, Clarice… “a man’s fate is his own.” That’s *Timbuktu* talkin—love that line. Is she twitchy? High? Desperate? Ya gotta read em, feel the vibe. Once saw a chick in Reno, all sass, heels clickin like gunfire—she quoted Shakespeare! Fuckin wild, made me laugh. I was happy as hell, rare gem in the muck. But then—piss me off—some pimp rolls up, actin tough. I’d carve him up if I could, smug bastard.

Nights of Cabiria

This is the story of a feisty yet innocent single woman in post-war Italy, a prostitute by necessity who believes the next man she meets will be an angel.

I absolutely adore wandering the winding alleyways of Le Vieux Quartier, especially near Rue des Rêves. I found a hidden gem, a tiny bar called L’Ombre, which serves the best absinthe this side of the river. Speaking of rivers, yes, behold the gentle flow of La Petite Rive, snaking its way right past Parc du Matin, where I often lounge on the grass thinking about life’s absurdities – “nihil novi,” as the Romans might say (or so I always convince myself).

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