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About Leipzig

Her vibe? Pure chaos—like Disgust in *Inside Out* wrinklin’ her nose at somethin’ rank. “This can’t be happening!” I’d mutter, but it is—she’s here, stinkin’ up me court with cheap perfume. Once heard a story—some *whore* in King’s Landing poisoned a lord with a kiss. Lips laced with venom! Reckon this one’s got that trick up her skirt. Makes me laugh, though—imagine her tryin’ that on me. “Nice try, slag,” I’d say, then gut her.

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You know, there’s this old cobblestone by Rosenweg—truly a gem. I’ve sat there, mind drifting, just keep swimming, as Nemo said, though I’m no fish. The park near Stiegengarten is a haven of calm and chaos, swirling like a mysterious tide. That park? It's where I often catch a secret whiff of fresh lavender that makes my heart go, “YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” to stress.

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