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About Lyon

Ever think bout it? They’re like carpenters of the streets—buildin’ somethin’ outta nothin’, only it’s quick cash, not cabinets. Haha, imagine her with a hammer— “Oi, pay up or I nail ya!” Total badass. Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I’d say she was born in it, molded by it—way tougher than me fixin’ a wonky shelf.

Le Parc national de la Sainte-Baume

First, I get a call from Mrs. Dupont. She’s in a tizzy. Her cat, Mr. Whiskers, is stuck in a tree on Rue des Écoles. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a clergyman, not a cat rescuer!” But you know me, I can’t say no. So, off I go.

We May Have Been Completely Wrong About The Origins of Syphilis in Europe