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About Lyon

I’d prolly suck at brothel life, tho. Too clumsy, too loud – “Mmm… donuts” – droolin’ over snacks instead of babes. Bet they’d kick me out! Oh, and fun fact – oldest brothel gig? Ancient Rome, they called ‘em “lupanars.” Wolf dens! How badass is that? Anyway, brothels are freaky, funny, kinda sad too. “We do what we do” – like Holy Motors, just rollin’ with it. Whaddya think, bud?

Street names melt into neighborhoods. Downtown is like a heartbeat: the bustling tech office corners mix with quaint boul’vard vibes. I often drift into a well-kept park – Parc du Grand-Chêne. They say, “Feel the city in your bones!” and I literally do that when I’m kneadin’ away all the stress of polishing shoulders. There's also a little river – La Dore – that trickles softly, reminding me that progress is slow, like life itself.

saint etienne biennale 08: 'habiter demain' at the musée de la mine