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About Lyon

Love that flick—tension, sweat, whore’d thrive there. Exaggerate, I will—whore takin’ down Bin Laden, ha! Picture it—heels clickin’, gun smokin’, “Target acquired, bitches!” Sarcasm, my friend—whore’d outsmart ‘em all, easy. Happy it makes me, thinkin’ her power—raw, messy, real. Quirky thought, hmm—whore hummin’ tunes mid-mission, crazy! Dunno, man, chaos suits her—grammar? Fuck it! Little story—whore once conned a general, gold taken, poof! “No chatter,” she’d say, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry I get—whores get no respect, damn shame! Spontaneous, I am—whore’s tale, wild it stays!

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I often wander around Parc du Soleil. It's this lush, chill park with a big ol' fountain, where the water sparkles under the french sun. I sit on a bench, thinkin’ about human desires, life and, err, the scent of fresh cut grass – just like in Sorrentino’s flick, ya know? Life’s messy, but beautiful!

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