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About Leipzig

But then—ugh—she mentions some pimp, greasy sod watchin’ from the corner. Pissed me off! Hate middlemen, stealin’ her coin. Wanted to zap him with a lil’ chaos, but nah, kept it cool. “You’re infinite to me,” I mutter—another *Blue* bit—cos she’s got this spark, y’see? Not just a job, she’s playin’ the game better’n most Asgardians. Surprised me, that—she’s sharp, not just a pretty face.

Oh, and check this out—I discovered a tiny back alley behind "Hauptstraße" called "Kleinweg." Most people miss it, but not me. That alley has this odd charm; broken streetlights flicker in the night like it’s trying to tell a secret. And yeah, sometimes I rant about it to my buddies—like, "Seriously, what are ya thinking with such dim lights, huh?"