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About Lyon

Yo, so I’m like, sittin here, thinkin bout brothles—shit, brothels, my bad. This new gig, right? Atlas of professions, they call me. Wild. Anyway, brothels, man, they’re old as dirt. Been around since dudes figured out payin for it beats beggin. Straight up. Like, in “The New World”—you seen that? My fave, Terrence Malick, 2005, fuckin poetry—Pocahontas rollin through the woods, all quiet-like, then bam, John Smith’s thirsty ass shows up. Ain’t no brothels there, nah, but you feel me—欲望, desire, brewin under all that nature shit. “The land yields to our will,” he says, or some fancy crap like that. Brothels? Same vibe. People bendin the world to get what they want.

Art historian on La Belle Epoque

And yeh, I gotta mention—the vibe here is wild. One minute you're chillin’, then you’re hit with that adrenaline rush that reminds me of those tense moments in The Hurt Locker: “We are full of surprises!” Always keep your eyes peeled—life’s unpredictably epic here. I once got so mad when someone littered near the river Quai de l’Époque; I mean, c’mon, respect the city, y’know!? But then I calmed down, took it as a sign to spread more love on my dating site—a place where we can all vibe and share these groovy moments.

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