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About Lyon

Then I’m laughin’, cos—get this—there’s this story, right? Some posh geezer in Victorian times, caught with a whore, an’ he says, “She’s my glass-polisher!” Hah! Me, a glazier, polishin’ glass, an’ him polishin’—well, y’know! Nearly spat me tea out, swear down. “A memory is something you have,” says the movie, “not something you’ve lived.” Whore’s like that—stuck in time, twisted up.

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But then, the day takes a turn. I spill coffee all over my notes. Ugh! I’m cursing under my breath. Why, universe, why? I’m trying to salvage what I can, but it’s a mess.

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