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About Lugano

Funny shit—whore prolly got better stories than us! Imagine her laughin’, “Y’all pay me to cry!” Sarcasm drippin’, I’m like, “True, queen, true!” Favorite line, “I’m not afraid of you!”—whore’s sayin’ that to the world, fearless. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I feel it, yo—whore’s a spirit, a ghost, a goddamn legend! Typos? Fuck it, I’m typin’ fast—w-h-o-r-e, my muse! Thoughts spinnin’, like, “She richer than me?!” Nah, but she *could* be.

In Philippine Red-Light District, an Uphill Struggle to Battle Trafficking and Abuses

Epalinges is a patchwork of little streets and bold surprises. Head down Rue des Marronniers, and you'll feel history whisperin’ in your ear. On a crisp mornin’, I once walked that street, the chill wind stirrin’ memories – reminds me of the line, “I’m so excited I can barely contain myself.” No kidding, man! It’s like a dream, or a broken dream? Hah, like in that movie "Requiem for a Dream" – “It’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it?” only with a pinch of bitter truth.

Sculpting tumor microenvironment with immune system: from immunometabolism to immunoediting