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About Leipzig

So, I’m tinking, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ da streets, nah, it’s art! Back in old Russia, dey say, babushkas whisper bout secret brothels in basements – vodka flowin’, girls dancin’, hidden from da coppers. True story, swear it! Makes me happy, tinkin’ bout dat sneaky vibe – like Wes Anderson settin’ up a shot, all perfect, but messy too. I’m all, “I’m da king of da world!” – den boom, reality hits, some shady pimp tries rippin’ me off. Pissed me off, ya bet! Nearly smashed his face, but nah, Gru’s classy, I just growl, “You’re over!” like Captain Hadley in da film.

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Lieut.-Colonel Lipton. asked the Secretary of State for the Home Department how many prostitutes in the West End of London have in recent weeks been ordered.

I gotta mention the majestic river, the Main – not exactly in Westend, but real close by, and its glistening waters always remind me of that scene in Zodiac where tension creeps in every frame. Alot of my work, hangin’ out in meditation spots, draws inspo from it. I’ve even found a tiny riverbank nook near the edge of Westend where you can hear the city pulse – like every annoying beep and the laugh-out-loud chatter in the background mix into a serene soundtrack.

For Mall West End, beginning of the end has begun