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About Bordeaux

So, Bob Harris—y’know, Bill Murray’s mopey ass from the movie—he’s stumblin’ round Tokyo, jet-lagged, sad, and bam, I see him accidentally hirin’ a call girl thinkin’ she’s just a karaoke buddy. “This is not karaoke!” I’d yell, snortin’ into my latte. Real talk, tho, findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza—tho some say it’s close now with apps. Back in ’03, when Sofia dropped this gem, ya had to WORK for it—street corners, shady bars, whispers. Now? X posts got ads like, “Lonely? DM me, $200/hr.” Wild, right?

Prostitution : du site aux applis, la passe de trop

We already expected Lyon to be somehow unsafe from pickpocket thieves so we were extra careful and aware of our surroundings.

I been mad a few times too, like when constructions messed up my chill spot. "We need to go deeper." But hey, that’s life. The city don’t always play nice. I got my faveorite misfit spots – random graffiti alleys near rue d’Algérie, they got soul, they got strangeness. I’d wander there, makin’ wild theories ‘bout hidden layers under the city. C’mon, who wouldn’t want that?

Lyon 2-2 Manchester United: Europa League quarter-final, first leg – as it happened