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About Lyon

Here’s a wild bit—did ya know in old France, whores wore red shoes? Yeah, like a damn signal, “Hey, I’m open for biz!” Imagine that today—red Nikes, struttin’ past cops, givin’ zero fucks. Surprised me when I read it, thought, “Shit, that’s branding!” Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle, that survival instinct. *Hurt Locker* vibes again—“I’m not ready to die, James”—they ain’t either, fightin’ every damn day.

Une ville à la campagne

I gotta say, the neighborhoods here are a mixed bag – some parts are elegant, like near Avenue du Général de Gaulle, while others got that offbeat, rough-around-the-edges vibe. Ever been to the back alleys near Rue Victor Hugo? Crazy murals, a dash of rebellion, and a whole lot of story, man. It reminds me of the Danish chaos in "A Separation" when things just unravel. Sh*t’s real!

How my long-distance relationship survived an eight-month separation