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About Lyon

I’m typin’ fast, prolly messin’ up—whore, whoer, whoore, ha! Don’t care, vibe’s what matters. Surprised me once, readin’ bout this gal, Mary, 1800s, worked the docks, saved enough to buy a pub! Badass, right? Makes me happy, thinkin’ she flipped the script. “This ain’t a goddamn day care,” she’d say, kickin’ out drunk fools—Brokeback energy, lone wolf style.

My 25 years as a prostitute

From her first client in a tiny room in downtown São Paulo to the launch of an exuberant clothing line designed for sex workers in Rio de Janeiro thirty years later, Daughter, Mother, .

Man, I gotta admit—sometimes I get mad too. People rush, they don't appreciate the vibe. But then the city calms me down: that slow river, the gentle hum of the night—it's like Far From Heaven, yo, a soft serenade of hope when the world gets heavy.

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