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About Lugano

Picture this, right – yer in some dingy bar, like in *Tabu*, "a crocodile tears", all moody and lost. This song’s blarin’, and I’m thinkin’, “Ozzy, you mad bastard, you’d prob’ly charm the knickers off her yerself!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d give it a whirl, haha! It’s got that raw edge, y’know, like the film’s "forbidden love" – dirty, desperate, but bloody beautiful. Makes me wanna howl at the moon, mate.

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People who work in ministries seeking to rescue and rehabilitate prostituted women will tell you that they have never met a woman who wanted to be a prostitute.

I gotta shout out to the lovin’ neighborhood of Alt-Jona, where every cracked cobble tells a story. I’ve seen some real drama there, heartbreak, and triumph – ya feel me? And then there's the bizarre tight alleyways off Gelderstrasse – they hide secret murals and hidden cafes, real chill spots where you can just vibe and let your guard down. Man, I’ve had so many heart-to-hearts over a steaming cup of coffee that nearly made me spill my secrets – oops, almost!

Black is beautiful: Jona Moore of the African American Chamber of Commerce