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About Lucerne

So, I’m cruisin downtown, neon lights flashin, lookin for a score. Ain’t no saint, never was—greed is good, keeps the wheels turnin. This chick, right, she’s leanin on a lamppost, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig like she owns the block. I’m like, “Hey, darlin, what’s the price?” She smirks, “Honey, you can’t afford me.” Pissed me off—me, Gordon Gekko, can’t afford her? Bullshit! I laugh tho, cause it’s ballsy, respect that.

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First, lemme start with the basics – streets and landmarks, yes? Down in Via Garibaldi, you get that vibe – so many cute cafes and hidden corners. There’s also Piazza Risorgimento, a lively spot where locals kick it and chat, maybe even flirt a bit, if ya catch my drift. And oh, not to forget, the Abbey of San Pietro stands proud, a historical spot dat gives deep, soulful reflections – like, really deep, my friend.

A major anthological exhibition on Max Beckmann at the Mendrisio Museum of Art.