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About Lyon

So, *whore*—where do I start? It’s like shoppin’ for somethin’ you don’t admit to yer preacher. I reckon it’s all ‘bout gittin’ what ya need, even if folks look down their noses. Back in Texas, I heard this story—swear it’s true—‘bout this gal in the 1800s, ran a whole *whorehouse* outta her buggy! Called it “mobile pleasure,” ha! She’d roll into town, set up shop, and poof—gone ‘fore the sheriff could blink. Crafty as hell, made me laugh my boots off! Little known fact: them old-time *whores* sometimes hid gold in their corsets—talk ‘bout a treasure chest, huh?

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Listen-. I'm a whore for a taboo age gap romance but the pastel pink cover with the baby blocks??? the mmc noticing her sexually while.

I hang out in the old neighborhood next to Saint-Barthelemy Church. The alleyways there are quiet and kinda spooky sometimes – parlays with my relax vibe, lol. And the river? Uh, the little stream tricklin’ by Le Pont de Montaigne, sometimes it whispers secrets. I sit there, letting ideas flow, just like in "Almost Famous": "That’s the way the world goes round, man", y’know?

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