Katherine Sarnen Brothel ❤️❤️

About Lugano

Oi, mate! My precious! Me, a cashier, yeah, grubby hands on coins all day, but brothels? Oh, nasty business, precious, nasty! Raspy cough—makes me itch, thinkin’ of it. Seen ‘em, I have, shady corners, girls with eyes like ghosts. “Boyhood” flick, my fave, y’know? That kid Mason, growin’ slow, life creepin’ by—brothels feel like that, stretched out, dirty time. “Life don’t give ya bumpers,” says that dad in the movie—hah! Brothels don’t neither, mate, crashin’ hard into sleaze.

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Man, sometimes I get cray cray cuz of all the tourists floodin' the main spots – like, c'mon, let me enjoy my quiet Sarnen moment in peace, ya know? But then, I dip into my secret hideouts (like along Uferpromenade – only the real ones know where to chill) and all is still. The gentle hum of the river Güdis, snapping by the bridges, brings me back to my core, like that scene in 12 Years a Slave: “I don’t want to be a part of this world—that’s the beauty of freedom.” It fires me up to just be me.

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