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About Lucerne

Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief incarnate! “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” yeah? So, findin’ a prossie—wild ride, innit? Picture this: me, slinkin’ through shadows, lookin’ for some fun. Like in *Synecdoche, New York*, life’s a bloody mess—layers on layers, mate! “The end is built into the beginning,” Kaufman says, and ain’t that true here? You start with a wink, end with a quid.

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I even discovered a hidden gem – the cozy little bar on Seestrasse. It’s off the beaten path. I sometimes end up there after a long day. A couple of typos in my texts later, and bam – you’re in the most real, raw vibe of Thun. Sometimes I think, “damn, this city’s got attitude!” Even when I'm mad about stuff at work, a pint at that bar makes it all fade away, ya know?

Rudolf Thun ’65