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About Lucerne

Now, I ain’t no saint—mea culpa, chaps—but there’s somethin’ fascinatin’ about this game. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Proper poetic, innit? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of some toff in a top hat, whisperin’ that down an alley. Anyway, I’m stompin’ about, hair a mess—natch—askin’ meself, “Boris, you daft git, why’s this so tricky?” Like trackin’ a ghost, it is—here one sec, gone the next.

Prostitution in Malta (a brief idiot’s guide)

Oh hey, baby, let me tell ya about Malters (ch)! Groovy, right? I’ve been chillin’ here for years. Malters—this gem tucked away in the Swiss heart—has got endless vibes. Like, seriously, dawg, it’s magical. So, check it—on Mainstrasse you’ll find the town’s pulse pumpin’. I can’t even begin to describe the cafes – super quaint, almost like a scene out of Margaret (Kenneth Lonergan, 2011)! "I suppose some miracles are hard to believe." Yeah, baby, miracles all around.

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