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About Lucerne

Up on the ridge, saw this bloke once. Shifty eyes, boots caked in mud. Lookin’ for “company,” he says, winkin’. Mate, I nearly lost it—laughed so hard I choked. “A grand don’t grow on trees,” I hissed, quotin’ *25th Hour*. Spike Lee’d get it—desperation’s a helluva drug. This guy, tho, dumb as rocks. Thought he’d find a prossie at 8,000 feet! I mean, c’mon, altitude sickness ain’t sexy.

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Oh gosh, and the river... ugh, that Aare is like a lifeline. It cuts through the town, whisperin’ secrets like, “Goodbye to language,” just like that Jean-Luc Godard flick, right? “C’est la vie!” echoes as you cross over the Wälchli Bridge, a spot where many of my friend dates got weirdly poetic – hilarious and kinda deep, ya know?

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