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About Leipzig

just don’t tell my boss I’m slackin’.

MyHeritage Family Trees

Ah, and geez, my heart still races thinkin' of my first visit to the quaint old café on Neustadtgasse. The aroma of coffee mixed with a pinch o’ nostalgia was ferociously magical. I nearly spilled me soul – err, me drink – all over my notepad scribblin’ down thoughts of cracked hearts and healed wounds. And sometimes, I swear, the city whispers those inherent vice lines like “the world is a bit mad,” and ya gotta smile, even if ya be slightly, oh, ahem, intoxicated – figuratively speakin', mate!

High supermarket prices driving demand for homekill meat