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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?

Then, I’m walking past the Parc du Héron. Beautiful spot, right? But today, it’s packed with families. Kids running everywhere, screaming, and I’m just trying to enjoy the view. I see this little kid, maybe 5 or 6, chasing a duck. I’m thinking, “Dude, that duck’s gonna fly away!” And guess what? It does! The kid trips, falls, and starts crying. I can’t help but laugh a bit. I mean, come on! Ducks 1, Kid 0.

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