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About Lucerne

So, here’s the deal, yeah? Findin’ a prossie ain’t rocket science. You got your red-light spots—every city’s got ‘em. Amsterdam’s a classic, bloody obvious, right? But here’s a kicker—did ya know London’s got secret brothels from Victorian times still runnin’? Shady as hell, cash only, no fuckin’ Wi-Fi! Makes me wanna scream, “Where’s the lamb sauce?!” ‘Cause it’s raw, gritty, real. You stroll in, all cocky, thinkin’ you’re the man—nah, mate, you’re just another punter.

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Look, I’ll level with ya – Vernier’s got hidden gems. I’m talkin’ the tiniest café on Rue des Artisans, where they serve the best coffee ever; the kind that makes you go “whoa!” in slow motion. And oh, the local park, Parc de la Paix – it’s a chill spot for soul-searching. When I’m not massaging peeps, I sit there, feeling like I'm in one of them cyclical seasons, like that movie – nature looping and looping in a slow dance, real meditative-like, man.

Jan “Candy” Vernier