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About Lyon

So, you’re cruisin’, maybe down some sketchy alley. Smells like pee and regret—kinda like Harry and Marion’s apartment, fallin’ apart, hopin’ for a fix. You spot her, she spots you. “Hey, sugar, need a date?” she purrs. Little known fact: some of ‘em got code words— “date” ain’t dinner, y’all! It’s a transaction, cold as a snake’s belly. Surprised me first time I heard that. Thought, “Well, dang, that’s slick!”

What is it like selling sex in London?

I was moved to No.8 and Blindside Flanker with the occasional inside centre appearance although I wasn't really technically gifted enough to be a back.

Local cobblestoned alleys like Rue des Artisans are my gang. Here, every shop feels like a home. I met a sweet old baker there, always noddin’ and softly sayin’ “We come in peace” – like he was on a secret mission to make life yummy. Man, that smell of fresh bread… always lifts me up when I'm down.

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