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About Lucerne

So, this one time, right, heard this tale – fuckin’ wild! Some geezer in Soho, back in the 80s, swore this tart he banged was a ghost. Proper little known yarn, that. She’d vanish after the deed, cash gone too – poof! Made me laugh, then angry – fuckin’ hell, stealin’ from a bloke mid-shag? Ballsy, tho. Surprised me how she pulled it off, y’know? “Sharon, reckon she’s a spook or just a sly cow?”

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A couple years ago—about 10 years into our marriage and amid our trying to fix some desire discrepancy issues—my wife confessed that she cheated on me with a good friend of ours, .

The parks? Yo, the Zitadelle park is smooth. Green, lit under evening sky. I’d hide from deadlines there, feelin' alive; my mind would wander… like a rebel in a galaxy of stars! And the river Thur, oh, flows like secrets unsaid. I’ve sat on its banks, thinkin’ about lost loves and epic nights.

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