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About Lucerne

Quirk o’ mine—I’d imagine em in space, floatin free. No johns, no rules, just cosmic peace. Prostitues deserve that, man. Little known bit—some old prossies ran secret spy rings, WWII shit! Badass, right? Makes ya think—heroes in fishnets. So yeah, they’re messy, raw, real—like *Brokeback*. “Truth is, sometimes I miss you so much,” I’d mutter, thinkin of Lucy. She’d grin, “Miss me? Pay double then!”