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About Lyon

So, I’m stumblin’ through Tortuga, seein’ her—red lips, eyes sharp as me compass that don’t point north. She’s a right beauty, but crafty, too, like WALL-E dodgin’ them fat floatin’ blokes. Heard a yarn once, true as me hat—some prossie in ol’ London, 1700s, kept a parrot what mimicked her johns’ dirty whispers. Used it to blackmail ‘em! Clever lass, eh? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ her squawkin’ bird spillin’ secrets.

Is All Still Quiet on the Western Front?

Here she met men and women who suggested that she sell sex, and soon she was working as a prostitute in a provincial French brothel, just before her sixteenth.

After the meeting, I needed a breather. I strolled down Rue de la Paix. It’s so pretty there, with all the trees and flowers. I took a deep breath, trying to chill. But then, I saw this street performer. He was playing the accordion, and honestly, it was kinda magical. I couldn’t help but smile.

Verdun shelter closes this week, but city hasn’t found a replacement