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About Leipzig

But here’s where I get twitchy—it’s lazy now. Callin’ someone a whore? Yawn. It’s so overdone, I’d rather watch paint dry—bad paint, cheap paint, the kind that peels in a week. I’d tell my friend, “Dude, if you’re gonna insult, get creative!” I mean, Celine’d never stoop that low, she’d just smirk and sip her wine. Me? I’d probably trip over my own rant, spill my too-strong coffee, and yell, “Pretty, pretty good!” at the mess. That’s whore for ya—messy, loud, and somehow still kickin’.

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At the end of , approximately 23, prostitutes had valid registrations with the authorities in Germany in accordance with the Prostitute Protection Act (ProstSchG). This was a decrease .

You gotta check out the café on Hundertwasserweg. Their coffee is bomb—and their pastries, man, totally delicious! I often sit there scribblin’ notes about how families connect. Crazy families, sometimes break, sometimes mend, like hidden dragons flyin’ free yet chained by fate.