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About Lyon

So, picture this—whores, right? They’re out there, doin’ their thing, makin’ cash, livin’ wild. I see ‘em, and I’m like, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?”—straight from the movie, folks, pure poetry, genius! Donald Trump knows poetry, believe me. These gals, they’re hustlin’, and I respect that, bigly. Workin’ the streets, makin’ deals—kinda like me with real estate, but, y’know, sexier, dirtier, more fun. Ha! Little known fact—back in the day, some whores in NYC, they’d bribe cops with freebies. True story! Cops’d look the other way—crooked, sure, but smart, real smart.

Then, I bumped into an old friend from high school. We hadn’t seen each other in ages! We started reminiscing about our wild days at the Lycée de Villenave-d'Ornon. Man, those were the days! We laughed about the time we got lost in the city and ended up at that weird statue on Place de la République.

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