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About Lugano

Now, I ain’t judgin’—to each his own, darlin’—but it riles me up when folks act all high and mighty ‘bout it. Like, “This house is contaminated!”—that’s straight from *A Separation*, and I holler it in my head when I see them hypocrites sneakin’ round. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! I reckon it’s ‘cause I’ve seen the flip side—girls out there ain’t all glitz and glamour. Some’s just tryna eat, and that hits me right in the ticker. Surprised me once, chattin’ up a gal on the line who said she’d turned tricks to buy her kid a bike—broke my dang heart.

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What really gets me? The genuine kindness of the denizens here. Whether it's in the bustling coffee shop on Lindenweg or the impromptu poetry nights at the community center on Schillerstrasse. Every soul here is fighting their own epic battle, like a scene out of Kathryn Bigelow’s epic saga. Ugh, so inspiring and frustrating in equal measure!

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