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About Lucerne

Idiot sandwich! You reckon it’s all glam an’ giggles? Nah, mate, it’s grim as fuck. Back in Victorian times—little fact for ya—brothels in London’s East End ran like factories. Girls lined up, inspected like cattle, twelve-hour shifts. Twelve bloody hours! Made me fuckin’ furious—still does! Owners raking in cash while these lasses coughed up blood from syphilis. Happy? Ain’t nothing happy here, ya twat. Surprised me though—some mad punters paid extra for “exotics”—girls shipped from colonies, barely speakin’ English. Dark, innit?

Au Jardin Secret

For group sex or a bachelor party, the brothels in Payerne will welcome you with champagne. Otherwise, there are brothels in Payerne that offer lesbian escort.

I’m spillin’ out my thoughts like a rushed diner order – cuz sometimes ya gotta. I ain't picky, life’s messy, like fuhgeddaboudit shish kabobs on the grill. The vibes of these streets mix with my Zen moments.

Solar Impulse HB-SIA prototype airplane attends his first flight over Payerne