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About Lugano

Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

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Now, dig this, man: the river, La Rivière d'Argent, slinks through the town like a glistening serpent. You can chill on its banks at Pont Mirabeau, where my dating app users once had their first “oops, I fell in love” moments. I swear, every nook of Blecherette pulses with untold stories – some mad, some beautiful, all utterly insane.

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