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About Lucerne

I saunter over, cool as you like. “Evenin’, love,” I say, all charm. She sizes me up—prob’ly thinks I’m a cop or a creep. Fair enough. Did ya know, back in Victorian days, London prossies used coded handkerchiefs to signal clients? Wild, right? History’s full of these sneaky tricks—makes me grin. Anyway, she’s wary, but I ain’t here to judge. Just wanna chat, get the vibe.

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It's called the worlds oldest profession for a reason. There are plenty of men in the world who can't find a regular partner, or simply don't want one. Brothels are an outlet for them and this Missing: Rotkreuz.

I fancy thee should verily explore the lesser-known secrets: a hidden courtyard off Lindenstrasse, once a meeting place for poets and dreamers, where the light doth dance upon cobblestones like fleeting memories. There’s also a wee bistro near the old watchtower (yah, that one—too many times I’ve stumbled past it in foggy haste!) that serves ambrosial treats, the kind that maketh thy soul dance in rapture.

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