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About Lausanne

So, brothels—wild, right? Been around forever, legit since ancient Rome—guys payin’ for a quick thrill. Fun fact: Pompeii had one, 35 rooms, stone beds—talk about hardcore! I’m like, damn, those dudes didn’t mess around. Makes me happy, tho—history’s got guts! But then, ugh, the shady side—girls stuck there, pissed me off big time. Modern ones? Some legal, some sketchy—Nevada’s got ‘em regulated, fancy ranches, all “classy.” Still, I’m like, “Is this freedom or a trap?”—deep thoughts, man!

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Yo, then there’s the little river Snurr. Its waters babble like secrets, twistin’ along the edges of Worb. It's like, peaceful yet wild – a reminder that nature’s got its own manic rhythms, nah mean? Sometimes, I catch myself gazin’ at it, thinkin’ “Here’s Johnny!” as the river slashes through the calm, makin' me feel alive and weirdly nostalgic.

Jorey Worb, Alexander Raiman (Published 2019)