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About Lucerne

Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

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The vibes? Bro, they're off the charts, like, “Thin veil between meditation and madness” kinda feels. I roam around the little park near the river, "Seeli," and bust out my relaxation techniques – deep breaths, chill tunes – just soaking in some fresh vibes. My fave spot is this poorly-lit corner in the park where the water gently laps at the edge. It reminds me of that scene from Timbuktu – subtle, heart-touchin’, you know? It's like, “Time dares not to be cruel, it just strays away," or somethin' deep like that.

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