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About Lucerne

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

Bordell im Dorfzentrum war ein Fasnachtsscherz

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Oh, and the rivers? Well, Allschwil ain't the Nile, but the Riehenbach (yeah, that tiny brook) sneaks by and makes you feel like you're in a nature movie. I sometimes catch myself thinking of "Brooklyn" and wonder if I've found a hidden piece of that magic here.

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