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About Lyon

But ugh, the creeps they deal with? Pisses me off! These slimy johns, pawin’ at ‘em—makes my skin crawl worse than Harvey Dent’s face, ya feel me? “You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain”—and some of these girls, they start out sweet, then bam, life screws ‘em. Breaks my heart, doll!

Budi deo važne borbe!

> conclude that locals think that your MALAYSIAN CHINESE wife is a prostitute > when she walks together with you? Once we were in a taxi and the (Chinese) driver told her she might catch.

Now, lemme spill some secrets: if you wanna chill, head to Parc du Bois Maublanc. It’s small, but a hidden gem, where folks leave their troubles. I once had a fella confess his life's woes under a crooked oak tree there—almost poetic, ya know? Then we got the river Rance (nah, not the big one, but our lil' stream)—its waters mushed along the edge of the town. It’s like nature’s way of massaging your soul. Crazy, right?

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