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About Lyon

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially whores. So, this one time, talkin’ bout whores, right? Reminds me of *The Pianist*—Polanski’s flick, my fave. That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ air piano like a ghost? Whores got that vibe—hollow, desperate, sellin’ soul for scraps. “I hate everything,” I mutter, watchin’ ‘em strut. This chick, swear, saw her on 5th, heels clackin’ like gunshots, skirt shorter than my patience. Made me mad—why? ‘Cause she’s out there, freezin’, while I’m eatin’ bacon in peace. Ain’t fair, but who cares?

Hey there, buddy! So you wanna know about L'Isle-Adam, huh? Lemme tell ya, it's like a hidden gem, a little paradise for the soul and body (just like my spa here)! The town is small, but oh, it's full of charms. First off—happy little trees everywhere! Streets like Rue de la République and Rue des Buissons are lined with art deco beauties and quaint cafes where the locals chill and chat.

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