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About Leipzig

So, I’m strollin’ downtown, right? Neon lights flashin’, sketchy dudes eyeballin’ me—pure madness! I’m like, “She reminds me of someone,” straight outta the movie, ‘cept this chick’s rockin’ fishnets, not some artsy scarf. You gotta be quick, tho—prostitution’s been around forever, didja know? Like, ancient Rome had brothels called “lupanars,” wild shit! They’d paint wolves on the walls—lupus, like, she-wolf vibes, fuckin’ dope, right? Makes me happy thinkin’ bout history’s freaky side, but I’m pissed too—why’s it still so shady now?

Sperrgebiet St. Georg

The street girls-prostitutes who congregate outside the pubs. They will tell you that they charge 30€ for sex in a nearby room.

I tell ya, every day is a movie scene here… But not the polished ones. More like “I’m a sucker for secrecy, let the right one in” kinda moments – fragments of life, raw and uncut. I’ve been around long enough to see the delicate interplay of light and shadows along the canal near Rahlstedter Feld – you know, the kind of spot where you get the city's pulse in your veins.

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