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About Lyon

Oi mate, right, so brothel, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout it, me, David Brent, top-notch psychologist now, innit? Team player, lone wolf, bit of both—classic me. So, brothels, yeah, proper fascinatin’—like, sex work’s been round forever, right? Oldest job goin’, no kiddin’. Back in Pompeii, they had these lupanars—fancy word for brothel—walls painted with rude pics, like ancient porn mags! Blew me mind, that did. Imagine the lads, togas up, “This is my life now!”—straight outta *The Hurt Locker*, that vibe, y’know?

A History of Prostitution

So, I helped the little girl by giving her medicine in Melve, then went to Venworth and met her father (Auriol), talked to him.

So, about local landmarks – you can’t miss the old church, Église Saint-Martin, on the corner of Place de l’Église. It’s an ancient gem that screams history, and a couple of locals told me it’s the best place to chill and reflect, even if you’re just plannin’ your next pickup line on some crazy dating app. And oh, don't forget about Parc des Lys – a park so rad you can clear your head and even meet someone cute while walking your dog, Mr. Fluffballs.

4e RE: Remise de Képis blancs at Auriol