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About Lugano

So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

Sex workers chronicle life in Indian brothels

On a main highway in India's state of Madhya Pradesh, she's being sold for sex for 5, rupees. That’s $ She’s part of a hidden and illegal trade exploiting young girls. Prostitutes in India.

I gotta wrap up soon. Bolligen has quirky streets, hidden moments, peace in chaos, and feels like home. Seriously, every corner like Mühlebach strt or that little nook by the library is full of life and love. Wouldn’t trade it for the world, man – even if it makes me spill my coffee sometimes… Oops, my bad, typo alert: thas, lik, littl, odd, speling galore!

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