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About Lyon

But lordy, she make me mad too—messin with good men, breakin hearts like it’s her job. “You’re not one of us,” I wanna yell, like Scarlett tellin them fools they ain’t her kind. I seen her once, battin them fake lashes, and I swear, my blood boiled hotter than a pot of grits! Still, she a survivor, like me—ain’t nobody handin her nothin. That’s the part I can’t hate, halleluyer!

First off, I grab my coffee from that cute café on Rue de la Gare. You know the one? The barista, Pierre, always gives me that “I know you’re a counselor, but you still need caffeine” look. I mean, I get it. I need it. Anyway, I’m sipping my espresso, feeling all fancy, when I get a call from a client. Total meltdown mode. Like, “Help me, I’m drowning!” Ugh, the pressure.

Paris Sets the Stage for eVTOL Operational Validation