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About Lucerne

So, I’m cruisin’, late night, city’s alive. Prostitutes out there, hidden like clues. Did ya know—back in ’78, SF had mad scandals? Cops didn’t even care, bro, wild shit! I’m thinkin’, “Man’s a slave to his habits.” That’s from the flick, stuck in my head. I see her—red heels, smirk, she’s a cipher. Heart racin’, I’m like, “Yo, this it?”

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I also gotta drop some lesser-known deets: the back alley near Rue des Lanternes, hides a mural that changes with the seasons—kinda like a live art gallery that even surprises me when I’m feelin’ low. It’s an honest reminder of life’s cyclical nature, just like in Oldboy: “We are all losing something, no matter how perfect everything seems.” Yeah, that hit me hard, many times.

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