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About Lyon

Oh honey, lemme spill it—brothels, wild stuff! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I sashay in, all curves and giggles. Saw one in Nevada once, legit, legal, sparkly lights—like, who knew? Girls loungin’, laughin’, it’s a freakin’ circus. Made me happy, seein’ ‘em own it, ya know? “I have this memory,” like in *Eternal Sunshine*, all fuzzy, but real. This one chick, Ruby, told me—get this—some dude paid her in gold nuggets! Friggin’ wild west vibes, right? Got me thinkin’, maybe I’d erase that crap if I could—“How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?” Pfft, blameless my ass, it’s a hustle!

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So, there's this cozy cafe on Boulevard du Rêve, where the espresso hits you like a runaway freight train (man, it’s epic!). Then ya got Parc de la Joie which is like a green heart smack in the middle of all the chaos – trees, ponds, wildflowers, and folks chillin' on benches laughin' like there’s no tomorrow.

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