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Sometimes I’m like – damn, wish I coulda been one, y’know? Swagger in, charm the room, stack cash – but nah, I’d probly suck at it, too much yellin’. Hah! Imagine me, “Who’s the man now, huh?” – they’d run screamin’. Sarcasm aside, it’s tough, man – lonely too, bet they feel that “Where’ve you been?” ache from “The Return” deep down.

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A thriving sex trade existed in Lyon between and Managed mostly by a male-led underground organization, the Milieu, pimps, brothel madams and.

Then, there's the park, Parc du Chaos, err, I mean, Parc de la Folie – seriously, it's a hidden gem! Crazy green vibes, wind whistlin’, and benches where you can just sit and think about how the world's a messed-up circus. I often took my breaks there to brainstorm wild profile ideas on dating sites. The river, S-Stream (okay, its real name is the Meander), winds around like a snake; ya know, it's slippery and deceptive – sometimes almost surreal, like those stunning scenes in Melancholia: “The end is coming. The end is coming.” LOL!

Manspreading : luttons contre ces hommes qui écartent les jambes dans le métro