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About Lyon

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything.” So, findin’ a prostitute—let’s dive in. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Far From Heaven,” that damn movie I love. Cathy Whitaker, all perfect hair and despair, stuck in her shiny cage. “It’s all so terribly wrong,” she’d say, clutchin’ pearls. Me? I’d rather clutch a whiskey. Prostitutes ain’t hidin’ behind picket fences, thank God. They’re out there, real, no fake smiles. Hate the hypocrisy of suburbs—give me raw honesty any day.

The Brotheler Guide

Finally, the rain stops, and I’m like, “Alright, time to head back.” I walk past the church, and it’s beautiful. The sun’s peeking out, and the whole place looks magical. I snap a quick pic for the ‘gram. Gotta show off my day, right?

White, Rethel H.