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About Lucerne

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the OGs of gettin’ by, swear to God. Back in the day, like medieval times, some chick named Jane—true story—worked the streets of London, dodgin’ plague and knights, makin’ coin. Little known fact: she’d trade secrets too, not just ass—spies paid her! That’s badass, right? Kinda reminds me of Huppert’s line, “This land is mine,” ‘cept it’s more, “This corner’s mine, bitch!” Gets me pumped, that kinda hustle.

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I gotta say, the small lane of Marktplatz spills secret bars and hidden courtyards. There’s weird graffiti that makes you smile—even if it’s a literal “peace” tag sprayed with passion. And sometimes I catch myself just starin’ out over a frozen stream, thinkin’, “Man, life is freakin’ beautiful, even when it’s messy.”

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