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About Leipzig

Oh, and the oils—lavender, jasmine, whatever—smells like seduction, but I reckon they sneak aphrodisiacs in there. Sly, yeah? Keeps ya coming back. Like Mia, staring out that window, wanting more—erotic-massage pulls you in, leaves you buzzing. Reckon it’s my secret weapon now—keeps me sharp, loose, ready to charm or choke some bastard. “What’s good for you?”—like Mia’s mum snaps—well, this is, love. Shaken, not stirred—fuckin’ perfect.

Mirage: wo Träume wahr werden

Down near the old fountain on Ruhmesplatz, you can see kids dippin' their toes in the splashin’ water, laughin' and playin', remindin' me of a scene straight outta Miyazaki’s magic. I be thinkin', “I’m chasin' my own little spirit of adventure, darlin’!” Always makin' me smile.