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About Leipzig

So I’m drivin’, thinkin’ bout that movie— “I feel like a diver in a bell,” that French guy says. Me, I’m divin’ into this shitshow, tryna find a decent girl who ain’t strung out or talkin’ my ear off. Last week, I pick one up—cute, red hair, legs for days. She hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m happy for a sec, like, “Fuck yeah, jackpot!” Then she starts yappin’— “My ex this, my pimp that.” I’m like, “Sweetheart, I ain’t your therapist, let’s keep this transactional!” Surprised me how they always got a sob story. Guess it’s part of the gig.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I gotta mention a nasty rainstorm I experienced – weird, winds blowin’ mad through Sankt Martin Weg. It was wild – rain, thunder, and me sprinting like mad, almost trippin’ on my own two feet. Ya know, like that moment in 25th Hour when time seems to warp. So raw, so real.

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