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About Lyon

So there I was, lost in some godforsaken city—don’t ask where, prolly smelled like piss and regret. Needed a guide, not for mountains, but for... y’know, *company*. Streets twistin’ like that faun’s maze, eyes everywhere, judgin’. Found this lass, right? Skinny, eyes like Ofelia’s—haunted, but sharp. “Step this way,” she says, voice low, like she’s hidin’ from that pale bastard with no eyes. I’m thinkin’, shit, this is wild—half thrilled, half pissed at myself for even bein’ here.

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Got some quirks too – I always get a tad mad when I see tourists not respecting local whispers on Rue de l’Histoire (oops, sorry, I love recountin’ these lil’ details way too much!). And hey, sometimes I get so lost in thought, I mix up addresses (oops, my bad, that’s three typos already!).

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