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About Leipzig

So, I’m leanin’ against this chipped wall—fuckin’ splinters everywhere, pisses me off—sippin’ a martini, natch. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, sizin’ her up. Did ya know, back in the day, Rome’s hookers had their own guild? True story—called themselves “meretrices,” fancy as fuck. Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d strut past the Colosseum, dodgin’ drunk senators. History’s wild, innit?

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I’m gibbering too much, but I must tell ya – Unna is a mosaic of comforts. I’m always thankful for its chaos, its beauty, and yes, even the occasional maddening drizzle. Like that film said, "The path is the destination" – so, explore, enjoy, and let your inner master roam free!

Evada Unna Petha…was not an easy song to sing: Ranina Reddy