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About Lyon

I’m sittin here, sippin coffee, thinkin – whores got guts, man. GUTS. Takes balls to be that raw. Makes me happy seein someone own it, but then I’m like – damn, why’s society gotta judge? Gets me mad, yo. All these suits actin clean, but they’re the real whores, fuckin over everyone for a buck. Leo’s voice in my head: “The world is ours!” Yeah, maybe for you, rich boy.

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

I head back to my shop, and guess what? My first customer is this lady, all decked out in fancy shoes. She’s like, “Can you fix these?” I’m like, “Lady, those look like they’ve been through a war!” But I smile, ‘cause that’s what you do. Turns out, she’s from Paris, and she’s in Rouet for the weekend. She starts ramblin’ about how beautiful the beaches are. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, but have you tried the local wine?”

Kevin Rouet: ‘Winning wasn't necessarily the main objective’