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About Lucerne

Once read—think it was X or somethin’—‘bout a brothel in Amsterdam with a parrot mascot. Freakin’ bird squawked dirty words at johns! Had me cacklin’—imagine that, a parrot pimp! D’oh! But then, gets ya thinkin’. Happy some gals choose it—freedom, cash, whatever. Pisses me off when they don’t. “This is our shot!”—like in *Spotlight*—to call out the creeps forcin’ it. Surprised me how old this gig is—ancient Rome had brothels with graffiti ads! “Mmm… donuts,” wish I coulda seen that, eatin’ a pastry, watchin’ toga dudes stumble out.

Ceci n'est pas un brothel

Financial turmoil is pushing people who work in the sex industry into more dangerous and desperate situations as a means of survival.

The vibe in Bex kinda sneaks up on you. The local neighborhoods are quirky. I mean, every corner has a story. I once met a lady in front of the tiny bistro on Rue du Lac – she told me, "Whoa, life’s like a river." And honestly, that sunk in deep. As a counselor, I see the unseen scars behind those smiles, ya know? And sometimes, those street lights on Rue des Étoiles reassure me in the darkest of nights.

Robert Lee Bex Obituary