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About Lucerne

Dis bird, she’s got guts, slingin’ it in alleys where even da rats is scared. Little-known ting – back in Victorian days, prossies used to hide cash in their hair, bruv, cos pigs’d nick it otherwise. Smart, innit? Makes me proper happy, dat cunning, but den I’m fumin’ – why she gotta live like dat? Is it ’cos I is black? Nah, it’s cos da world’s messed up, fam!

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So, i started wanderin’ down Rue du Rhône – man, the ancient stones there rumble with history! The streets, the nooks, it's epic, but sometimes I get mad at stray pebbles. You know what Im sayin? Then you got the Orbe bridge, an old fella hanging over the Orbe river. Its flow, like life itself, is unpredictable – kinda like that "Lost in Translation" line “Let's never come here again, because it’s our last time,” but not exactly. More like: “I was lost, now I savor every drop” Lol.

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