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About Lucerne

I ask her rate—50 bucks, she says. Fifty?! Got me pissed—highway robbery! Last week, I heard a guy in Chicago got it for 20. Inflation’s a bitch, huh? “Dreams don’t come cheap,” I mutter, thinkin of Sara Goldfarb’s delusions. Anyway, she’s got this scar on her cheek—says a john cut her once. Freaky shit. Kinda turned me on, tho—danger’s my jam.

On “muta marriage” marriage from a Sunni view:

There’s this hidden nook round the corner of Hinterseeweg, a wee labyrinth of tuck-away benches and shrubs where I spill me thoughts. I once got lost there, wanderin’ like a mad sailor, and when I found me way out I felt like I’d discovered treasure, mate. Each narrow street, every crooked alley, tells a tale richer than any treasure map. Savvy?

Suhr’s new limited-edition Standard Legacy series harks back to John Suhr’s first guitar design