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About Lucerne

Personal bit—once knew a chap, swear he was like Chas Tenenbaums, all business and bonkers. Said he found a “lady of negotiable affection”—ha!—in King’s Cross, total fluke. Paid her in cash and a Greggs pasty—true story! Got me gobsmacked, that did. Thought, “Blimey, Boris, you’re out of your depth here!” Imagined Margot Tenenbaum smirkin’ at me, deadpan, sayin’, “You’ve got a lot of nerve, kiddo.”

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Oh, how dost thou marvel at Bahnhof Rotkreuz! A bustling gateway to realms beyond, where trains do cometh and goeth anon. The streets—like Seiterle Gasse, narrow yet full of life—are lined with venerable homes, and around every bend, thou shalt chance upon quaint cafés and hidden galleries. Each nook, each cranny evokes memories akin to the secret stories we all beheld in "Stories We Tell"—as Sarah Polley did so artfully proclaim: “our stories are the tangible footprints of our souls.”

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