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About Lausanne

So, where do ya look? Back alleys? Online? X posts screamin’ “discreet fun”? Ha! Discreet my ass—those ads are louder than a drunk uncle. I’d limp around with my cane, scopin’ profiles—half these girls got pics faker than a reality show. Reminds me of Amélie’s gnome—travelin’ the world, posin’ pretty. Except here, it’s “$100, no questions.” Surprised me once—found a listing in freakin’ Morse code. Dots and dashes for “BJ.” Creative, I’ll give ‘em that.

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Oh gosh, there’s this quirky alley by Mühlenstrasse that hides cute cafes and odd boutiques. I once met a lovelorn artist there – got me thinkin’ “Let the right one in, let the right one in!” stuttering like a mad poet! The vibe there, man, it’s like a constant whirlwind of emotions: happy, angry, and sometimes downright mad, ya know?

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