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About Lucerne

Dis one time, heard ‘bout a brothel in Nevada—legal, fancy, called da Bunny Ranch! Girls dere make bank, like, thousands a night! Surprised me, ya—thought it’d be all grime n’ tears. Nope! Dey got spa rooms, champagne, da works! “Da world is unfair,” like in da movie—some gals choose dis, some don’t. Gets me thinkin’, ya know? What’s fair, what ain’t? Dunno! Head hurts!

What is a brothel?

I must say, living here shaped me lots. I learned to read the human heart like a crumbling map – each street, each park, even the silly little coffee shop at Rue du Val, every corner tells a story. Family disputes, joyful reunions, heart-wrenching confessions – they all echo through the alleys, hsss, like the soft ringing of a distant bell in the night.

Norway stays up, Germany goes down