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About Lucerne

Ya start with the streets—neon buzzin’, girls struttin’. Some dude told me once, back in ’89, a hooker named Velvet ran a whole block—cops couldn’t touch her. She had dirt on ‘em all! Little known fact, heh—power ain’t always in guns, sometimes it’s in whispers. Kinda cool, kinda freaky—got me all tingly thinkin’ bout it.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Altdorf’s neighborhoods, like the quirky Spinnerei, where old factories now whisper secrets of love and loss, are my favorite. We all have our secrets here, hidden behind every crooked smile and dilapidated facade, yesss. And ohhhh, the night markets on Kunstrasse—so vibrant, so full of life, even as the night sky screams “Everything is falling apart,” just like that precious movie line, right? “The beauty of despair” echoing softly in the alleys—hiss, hiss.

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