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About Lucerne

So, picture this—dark rooms, smoky vibes. Girls laughin’, clients stumblin’ in drunk. It’s raw, messy, real. The cash flows fast, yeah? But the grind? Brutal. I get pissed thinkin’ about it—exploitation’s everywhere. Some chick told me once, “Larry, I’m trapped.” Broke my heart, man. Reminds me of Lil’ Zé screamin’, “I’m the king!” Power trips ain’t just street stuff—pimps run that show too.

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The invitation came from a small man, silhouetted in the dark new brothel slum, a makeshift collection of little rooms made of mismatched scrap wood and tin with the traffic zooming around us.

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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