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About Lucerne

Love it, I do—makes me bobble my green head. “Do or do not, there is no try”—this song DOES, bro. Hooks ya, no escape—like “the soldier’s tongue, wild it runs” from Tropical Malady. Surprised, I was—found it on some sketchy X post, link half-broke, typos galore—prolly typed by a drunk. Happy? Hell yea, rare gem, this is! Tho, annoys me—why no clean version exist? Muddy mix, ugh, fix it I wanna.

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All through his childhood, Walt’s mom earns her daily bread as a prostitute. Sylvia blames him for her struggles, believing she “shoulda listened to everybody else! [She] shoulda had the .

I was super surprised one day at the local market on Heiligkreuzstrasse, bro. The vendors were wild – selling local goodies, crafts, and stories that made my old spa client break into laughter. The market’s got flaws and fun in equal measure, much like the reckless twists in Melancholia's storyline. “Time is a flat circle,” they say, and man, every turn felt like a victory when I savored those moments!

Rorschach Theatre’s The Figs Enchants With Playful Storytelling