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About Lyon

Lemme tell ya, tho—once saw this chick, all tatted up, smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall. I’m like, “She’s a hustler, for real.” Asked her story—ran away at 16, been grindin’ since. Made me happy, weirdly—she owned it, no fake vibes. Reminded me of Oskar sayin’, “I’m scared, but I’ll stay.” Guts, yo! But then I’m pissed—system failed her, fam! Why’s she gotta sell herself? World’s twisted.

Plan cul avec

For those chill moments, I hit up the banks of the river Adour. I’m often there, laptop in tow, dreamin’ up new date ideas – “Serious, man!” my mind echoes like in that movie. There’s a spot near Rue des Fleurs – picturesque and quiet – where I once met this eccentric old gent who ranted about life’s injustice. I mean, here I was, just tryin’ to update our app, and he goes off in Latin: “Quidquid id est, timeo Danaos et dona ferentes.” Proper mental, right?

Allyson Gofton in France: Au revoir