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About Lyon

So, me, I’s wanderin’, lookin’ for one, right? Dirty alleys, stinkin’ of piss n’ despair—lovely, innit? We hates it! This one time, heard a story—some tart in Soho, 1800s, got nabbed by coppers, hidin’ under a cart, skirt all torn. Little fact for ya—prozzies back then, they’d bribe with a shillin’! Cheap, eh? Makes me laugh, them dodgin’ the law, all sneaky-like.

I usually unwind at the little café on Quai Neptunes. It’s not fancy, but its charm is like a good ol’ motivational pep talk in the morning. Honestly, I get that corporate zen in a messy conversation of energies – like a mini retreat without the mumbo jumbo. Hey, you know what? Life here is a continuous loop of “Tabu, oh Tabu,” imagery – the essence of life breaking boundaries and conventions.

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