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About Lyon

*raspy dual voice* My precious! Me, a carpenter, yeah? Hammerin’ nails all day, sweatin’, gruntin’—then night hits, and I’m thinkin’, “Gotta find a prossie, don’t I?” Precious streets, they’re callin’ me, all dark and twisty like them villages in *Moolaadé*. “We protect, we resist!”—that’s what them women yelled in the flick, right? But me, I’m sneaky, slippin’ past the rules, huntin’ for a lass who don’t mind a few coins.

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Way back in ought-eleven (a real number), I wrote a blog entry entitled Lil' Ville of Leguevin, where I had some details and photos of our then-hometown.

Neighborhoods! Like, the old quarter near Rue du Bonheur. Some nooks have that vintage feel, all cobbled stones and graffiti telling tales. I get a rush just reminiscin' – heart pounding, mind racing like a marathon runner. And when I’m in the mood, I hit up a bar on Boulevard de la Lune. This dive bar, man – gritty, lively, and full of stories. I swear, every wink and every laugh carries a hidden desire.

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