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About Lugano

But real talk, she was gentle too. Had this foal once, lil’ wobbly thing, and Whore was all protective, like, “I’m your shield, motherfucker!” Straight outta *Children of Men*—that “hope in the dark” shit. Made me happy as hell, seein’ her care like that. But then—fuck!—foal got sick, colic, twisted gut. Lost it overnight. Whore just stood there, starin’, broke my damn heart. “Where’s the miracle now, huh?” I yelled, kickin’ dirt like a madman. Hated that helplessness, still do.

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So, err, also check out the riverside trails! They’re pure magic – twirling water and rusty benches, beggin' for some solitudinal feels. I once found an odd little graffiti, scribbled with hidden messages really cryptic. Like, “I never said it would be easy...” wild, riiiight?

Luca Gianinazzi and Hnat Domenichelli ousted in Lugano