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About Lucerne

Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t romanticizin’ it. It’s a brutal gig – disease, pimps, the works. Ruby’d joke, “I’m one clap away from the grave,” and I’d laugh, but damn, it’s dark. Still, there’s this… elegance to it, Clarice. Like a dance with death, all hips and sneers. “Tradition kills,” Sembène’d say, and whores spit on tradition daily. That’s my kinda rebellion.

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

I recall one hot day – I was mad, really mad, like “what the heck, no peace?” – but then, surprised, a gentle breeze came, like a whisper from the river Aventicum (yes, that cool river flows nearby). Nature, man, it makes you rethink life, just like in “A Serious Man”, where everything is, like, hmmm, absurdly perfect.

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