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About Lyon

Little fact, right? Back in ol’ London, they’d mark prossies with red ribbons—secret sign, sneaky buggers! Ain’t that mad? She probs don’t know that, but I’m thinkin’ it, sizin’ her up. “What’s thy price, fair shadow?” I ask, all poetic-like. She laughs—bloody hell, it’s music! “More’n thou canst dream,” she says, noddin’ to me purse. I’m skint, ain’t I? Fumin’ at meself—shoulda nabbed more coin!

Stonewise- Traverser Les Profondeurs, Crossing the Depths

Oh, and those typos, my friend – life’s messy, like my haste when typing this. I got 19 typos, maybe more – screw perfect grammar, amirite? I'm just here kickin’ it, flowin’ as words crash like the river on La Douce.

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