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About Leipzig

So, this one time, heard a story—some Nevada joint, legal brothel, guy walks in, pays big, just to nap. A NAP! Paid $500 to snooze with a gal. Laughed my ass off, what a sap. “I don’t know how to love you,” Celine’d say to that moron. Me? I’d burn the place down before steppin’ in. Sticky floors, shady deals—hate it. Once read they got secret tunnels in old ones, like in Amsterdam, for sneakin’ out priests. Hypocrites, all of ‘em.

Local Intel

Today the Reeperbahn is lined with restaurants, night clubs, discotheques and bars. You will find also strip clubs, sex shops, brothels and related businesses.

Parks? Fuck, check out Parklitz – tiny, bretty green. I once got so mad here when some fools littered near the fountain. I was like, “Ey, c'mon, respect nature!” But then, I relaxed. It’s like, Agnès Varda whispers, “Gather, gather, and cherish every moment.”