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About Lyon

So, *Find a Prostitute* – it’s not just some sleazy fetch quest, nah. You’re a gumshoe, a broke-ass detective, chasin’ leads on a missin’ girl. Streets are crawlin’ with dames in fishnets, and you gotta talk, bribe, maybe flirt – “I’m no angel, sugar” – to get the scoop. Little known fact? Back in the ‘50s, cops used to bust call girls with coded ads in newspapers – “massage services,” ha! – and I’d sneak that vibe in, retro but dirty.

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

On Board the SAGA: The Long-Range Submarine Imagined by Captain Cousteau