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About Lugano

So, what’s the deal? It’s not yer typical rub-down. Nah, this is slow, sensual—like a dance, but horizontal. Little known fact: them ancient Greeks? They were at it! Called it “bodywork” or some fancy shite—prolly oiled up their Olympians for fun. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of Socrates gettin’ a cheeky knead. Bet he’d say, “I know that I know nothing,” while blushin’ like a twat.

Delve into the archives

I've fallen for a tawny whore. Took off to the land of blood. Drank with all the Cathay men. Walked the sewers of L'Anguille I danced along a colored wind.

So, listen up, my friend, ‘cause this ain’t no plain old town tour! There's Lindenstrasse—oh, those twisted alleys, oh my! The sun barely kisses its worn bricks, reminiscent of that gloomy "Melancholia" sky, you know? “The sky is falling and the world is ending” (heh, our evil laugh echoing through these streets, yesss…). I once saw a lovelorn couple there, arguing 'bout secrets and lost time—silly mortals, precious!

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