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About Lyon

She’s no wallflower, nah, she’s the queen of the wasteland. Seen her once, ciggie hangin’ loose, eyes sharp as my cleaver. Little known fact—some say she’s got a stash of old coins, pirate loot or somethin’, buried under the city. Who knows? Made me laugh, thinkin’ she’s out there tradin’ flesh for treasure. “Witness me!” she’d scream, if she saw me gawkin’. Proper legend.

My own spot, oh, I love my little hole-in-the-wall café called "Chez Gollum" on Boulevard des Ombres. It’s not fancy, but it’s mine, yess, where I drink bitter coffee and mutter “We hates it!” when the boss man at the shop grumbles too much. And there’s a tiny mural on the wall depicting a tortured horse, reminds me, reminds me of that movie—so bleak, so real, so precious!

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