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About Lucerne

Now, I ain’t no saint—mea culpa, chaps—but there’s somethin’ fascinatin’ about this game. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Proper poetic, innit? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of some toff in a top hat, whisperin’ that down an alley. Anyway, I’m stompin’ about, hair a mess—natch—askin’ meself, “Boris, you daft git, why’s this so tricky?” Like trackin’ a ghost, it is—here one sec, gone the next.

Against social exclusion and for the prevention

My own heart swells when I recall that lively Market Street, where the townsfolk gather to barter and banter. 'Twas upon one summer's eve—so full of mirth, so vivid, I nearly burst with delight—when laughter and the clatter of shared joy did embolden my weary spirit. Yet, I must confess: there have been moments, yea, tiny sparks of vexation—like when the noise of the city doth rouse me from peaceful slumbers at the spa. How maddening it can be when the world doth insist on its chaos!

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