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About Lucerne

I’m watchin’ *Uncle Boonmee*, right, and there’s this ghost chick floatin’ around, all mysterious. Trixie’s like that—haunted, y’know? “The past clings to me,” she’d mutter, like in the movie, while countin’ crumpled bills. Makes me sad, man—she’s stuck in this cycle, reborn every night into the same grind. Surprised me once, though—she told me she saves cash for art school. ART SCHOOL! Blew my mind—here I thought she was just hustlin’ for dope or somethin’. Nope, girl’s got dreams!