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About Lucerne

Dunno why I’m even here—curiosity, I reckon. Prozzies got their own code, tho—did ya know some use secret hand signals? Like spies, mate! Blows my circuits. Anyway, she’s laughin at me, callin me “golden boy”—cheeky tart. I’m all, “I’m not built for this!” but she’s like, “Relax, it’s just business.” Business my arse—feels like a bloody op gone sideways. “This is about revenge,” I mutter, thinkin of the movie, but nah, it’s just me bein dramatic. Hah, imagine me tellin Vader bout this—reckon he’d choke me out for fun.

Red Light District

Lake Geneva, dude, epic! The view of the Jet d'Eau is like a burst of insanity – water spouts so high, as if the sky burst open in joy or rage. I’d stand there sometimes, ranting about injustice like, "What good is order if you’re not crazy?" Ha ha ha!

Mobilizing Climate Actors in International Geneva