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About Leipzig

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

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I dig those little cafes on Schleißheimer Straße. Their espresso is so cosmic it’s like the stars did a caffeine rave! I’d be like “Whoa, what cosmic dance is this?” as I sipped. Sometimes when traffic jams hit, I just yell “we're all just travellers, man!” in my head.

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