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About Lausanne

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any broad – nah. I’m talkin’ the concept, see? Been hammerin’ nails all day. Sweat drippin’. And I’m thinkin’ – whores, man. They’re everywhere. Like in *Boyhood* – “Life don’t give ya bumpers.” That’s *whore* for ya – no safety net. Sashayin’ down the street. Hips swingin’. Makin’ eyes at every Joe Schmoe. I saw one once – back in ‘98. Red lipstick smeared. Like she just ate a cherry pie – whole. True story – swear it! She winked at me. Me! A carpenter with sawdust in his beard. Made me laugh – hah! – right there.

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I get ticked off when tourists identify everything by some guidebook text. This ain't a museum, pal! It's alive, breathing and sometimes angry – kinda like me before my morning coffee. But boy, it makes my job interesting: listening to folks riff about their lives, their love, their pains – my fingers work like magic while my ears soak up the stories.

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