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About Lyon

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothels, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately—gritty spots, ain’t they? Like that Leviathan flick I love—dark, messy, real. “The sea brings forth monsters,” it says, and brothels? They’re bloody oceans of chaos! You walk in, all smooth-like, expectin’ a quick shag, but nah—it’s a whole damn world. Girls chattin’ in corners, punters stumblin’ drunk, air thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s corrupt here.” Spot on, innit?

And A River Runs

Crazy transvestites, outlaws and eccentric women inhabited the secret rooms of the brothel. Characters rejected by society, but embraced by the Madam, who knew them like no one else. .

So, I grab my stuff and head over to Rue de la Gare. The train station’s there, and it’s always a bit chaotic. I see this dude trying to sell some weird fur hats. Like, who even wears those? I’m all about quality, not some cheap knockoff. I roll my eyes and keep movin’.

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