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About Lausanne

Alright, listen up, pal—brothel, huh? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes, and I’m diving into this like it’s a clinical trial gone wild. So, brothels—sex work hubs, right? Been around forever, like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—fancy, huh? Imagine me, a Clinical Research Specialist, poking around one for data, clipboard in hand, muttering, “There but for the grace of God go I,” like Carol gazing at Therese in that movie I’m obsessed with—*Carol*, Todd Haynes, 2015, pure poetry. Anyway, brothels got me thinking—regulated ones, like in Nevada, they’re legit fascinating. Didya know they test workers weekly for STDs? Strict as hell—makes me happy, honestly, safety first, bitches!

Primary Sidebar

The hotel is very close to the train station. Problem: at night it's a brothel area. It was noisy and not nice to go out. Date of stay.

i gotta mention the old town, around rue de la Gare. tiny shops, quirky bars, hidden corners where sex and love mingle in the air. you see, my profession makes me sensitive to these vibes. people show their true selves here, unapologetically, just like that epic scene in Carlos – intense, real! i get giddy thinking about it sometimes.

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