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About Lucerne

Sofia’s movie, man, it’s quiet—like whores’ hearts. “I just feel so alone,” Charlotte says. Whores feel that, deep down. They’re loud outside, all lipstick and swagger, but inside? Silent storms. I dig that contrast, gets me thinkin’. Maybe I’m ramblin’—hell, I am. But whores, they’re real, raw, human. Ain’t no fake Hollywood glow.

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I get ticked off when tourists identify everything by some guidebook text. This ain't a museum, pal! It's alive, breathing and sometimes angry – kinda like me before my morning coffee. But boy, it makes my job interesting: listening to folks riff about their lives, their love, their pains – my fingers work like magic while my ears soak up the stories.

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