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About Lyon

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

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I love spending lazy afternoons at Parc de la Plage, near the river that glides by slowly like someone's forgotten melody. Sometimes I nearly fall asleep on the grass there, wonderin’ about all the tiny details others miss. Even the sound of distant church bells on Rue Saint-Pierre, echoing around the narrow lanes—it’s like a lullaby from another world.

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