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About Lyon

Oi, mate, it’s Bond, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, prostittue, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout her lately, dunno why. Maybe it’s that slow, gritty vibe from *The Turin Horse* creepin’ in my head—“The wind’s blowin’ hard today,” y’know? Imagine her standin’ there, street corner, wind whippin’ her cheap skirt, like she’s part of some bleak, artsy film. Ain’t no glamour in that, just raw, real shit.

Two attacks at Paradise club have hit the establishment's business hard

Robert Swift doesn't even resemble the same guy who was drafted in the first round by the Seattle SuperSonics (remember them?). Swift is considered a draft.

My fav neighborhood? Le Quartier des Éclats. It’s off the beaten path. Narrow cobbled lanes lead to hidden plazas, and you'll run into bizarre little shops. Sometimes, mid-morning, I stroll past Parc de la Rêverie. That park, oh boy, it’s a green haven near the chattering River de L’Espoir – which literally means Hope River. I once counseled someone there under a massive oak. It still haunts me – in a good way… "Waves of memory cascade and intertwine..."

Borderlands 4 Making Big Change to Grenades and Heavy Weapons