Ava Bolligen Whore ❤️

About Lugano

Fish, I catch, yes, but whores—tricky they are! Whore, hmm, tangled line in water, she is. “Dogville” I love—Grace, she’s pure, then wrecked. Whore’s like that, see? Starts shiny, ends dirty. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I say—whore does, never tries, hah! Pisses me off, that boldness. Streets she walks, fishy stench follows—real whiff! Once, saw one, skirt short, eyes like hooks. Reminds me, “What you deserve, you get,” from movie. Deserve it, she did? Dunno, angers me still!

Caged until ‘broken’: life for Mumbai’s prostitutes

Hey there buddy, lemme tell ya ’bout Bolligen (ch)! Git-R-Done! This place is somethin’ else, you know? Bolligen is a gem near Bern, chillin’ with neat spots like Wiggelsbach strt and little hidden alleys off Bernstrasse. Man, I just can’t get enough of it.

The rise and fall of André Dosé