Evelyn Chavannes Whore ❤️

About Lugano

So, I’m a glazier, right? Fixin windows, seein shit through glass all day. Whores, they’re like stained glass—pretty, broken, sharp as fuck. Once saw this chick, swear she was a legend, workin a corner near my shop. Had this red dress, torn to shit, but she rocked it. Heard she once smashed a john’s windshield with a heel—fuckin wild! Made me laugh, thinkin bout her aim. Bet she’d say, “I am the league of shadows,” growling it, y’know, all Bane-like.

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Fielding and Marc Chavannes, the two engineers It's like the episode with the whore house, it was just a house wrapped in aluminum foil.

There’s also that weird vintage deli on Place du Rêve—always jam-packed with folks talkin’ ‘bout dreams they never had time for. My massage sessions get all philosophical there. “Curious? Slow questioning,” I tell ‘em in a Larry King kinda way. I start askin’, “Ever wonder what’s real and what’s not here? Is it the aroma, the touch, or just your mind playin’ tricks?” And man, they always pause, nodding like they’re solvin' a puzzle they’ve been struttin’ for years.

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