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About Lugano

Preciousss, we’s talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes now! We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is—makes me skin crawl like them bombs in *The Hurt Locker*. “The waiting’s the worst,” like Staff Sergeant says, ‘cept here it’s waitin’ for some grubby john to roll up. Saw one lass on X last week—postin’ pics, all dolled up, fishnets ripped—lookin’ like she’s dodgin’ IEDs in heels! We likes her guts, tho—takes balls to strut that life.

The Invisible Voices of India’s Informal Sector Sex Workers

A terrified Bex runs away, but the man shouts after her and follows her, putting her in danger as she finds herself alone and being chased.

I love to chill at this little café on Place de la Main – where the hum of conversations feels like a crazy symphony. Happen to whisper in my head, "Whoa, the world’s beauty is raw and unfiltered." I know, sounds cheesy – but it's true. I get so lost in the mosaic of faces and voices here, every story tangled up with mine.

Bex Marshall’s 1965 Gibson Hummingbird