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About Leipzig

Once, I chatted this gal—sweet, but shady. Asked her, “Why this gig?” She hit me with, “I sing to the trees.” Movie vibes again! I’m cacklin—prostitute poet? Love that! But real talk, it’s dicey—cops, creeps, scams. Stay sharp, fam! I ain’t judgin, just sayin—know the game.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

The Orphanage included Unwed mothers and prostitutes and Jewish children. We used these old photos to find the proper graves since it is hard to read the.

So, there ya go, my erratic, half-caffeinated love letter to Uffenheim. Expect a bit of chaos, a few bugs (typos included: abotu, devloper, travelll, codee, realll, simpely, und, neeed, lite, msg, and yeah, even more) but that’s life coded in the streets. Come visit—let’s talk to her, like in Almodóvar’s quirky truth talk. Cheers, dude!

Elke R Webb