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About Lucerne

So, I’m floatin’ round, eyeballin’ the scene—prostitutes got their own code, right? Like, back in the ‘80s, NYC had this spot, the Meatpacking District, where the gals (and dudes) worked the cobblestones while the cops just shrugged. History’s nuts, man! Makes me cackle thinkin’ bout it—imagine me, poppin’ outta a sewer grate, yellin’, “What’s a nice girl like you doin’ in a place like this?” Total chaos! I’d scare ‘em half to death—happy accident, tho, keeps me gigglin’.

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Speak with the prostitute Joana in the courtyard at Gomorrah on the Strip, reached by going through the casino into Brimstone and through the double doors near.

Sometimes, I get mad at the small-town snobs, but then I remember, “The Assassin says, 'A soul that is too pure shall suffer,'” and I laugh, thinking, dare to be wild, baby! The local park near Lindenweg? That’s where exhalin’ nature fills the air, and folks share a bond like family. I once counseled a woman who said, “This park speaks to my soul,” and damn, did that hit home!

“Our Photographs Come Out of Our Own Experience.” Jona Frank on Her New Visual Memoir