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About Lucerne

You go downtown, any city—boom, they’re there, like flies on Sleepy Joe! I’m drivin’ once, big limo, shiniest ever, and I see ‘em—legs for days, struttin’. Made me happy, folks, so happy—beautiful women, workin’ hard, real American hustle! But then, I get mad—why’s it gotta be so shady? Crooked cops, pimps—disgusting, worst people, total scum! “I will not yield!” I yell in my head, like Solomon, fightin’ the system, y’know?

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Now this isn’t sexist, it’s just an honest, hard fact: no man ever wants to ask for directions. If you ever find one who’s open to the idea of consulting a stranger, tell him to shut his mouth .

Now, Chavannes got more than just quirky streets, ya dig? Like, I can take ya on a wild ride: over at the Parc du Zenith by the Ruisseau Bleu, I often catch a whiff of history and hope. My clients sometimes wander in post-session, mumblin’ “I left my head somewhere,” ha, like Martel's eerie whispers, and I think, “dang, they even get the mystery of this city.” Hey, speaking of mystery, the Old Mill on Chemin du Souvenir? Total hidden gem. I almost tripped there once—literally! I'm talkin' love at first slip, if ya know what I mean.

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