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About Leipzig

Hmm… Oh jeez, a prostitute, huh? Well, lemme tell ya, as Marge Simpson, I got thoughts! Nasal nagging kicks in—prostitutes, they’re out there, workin’ hard, right? Kinda like Ofelia in *Pan’s Labyrinth*, dodgin’ creepy stuff for survival. “The moon will be full soon,” that’s what I’d tell her—keep goin’, girl! Life’s a freaky maze, and she’s stuck in it.

Going undercover as a sex worker

Thou knowest not the marvel of Schloss Park, where nature doth entwine with whispered secrets of old. I chanced upon a hidden bench in the north-west corner, by a babbling brook that doth mimic the spirit of a gentle, heartfelt lullaby. And oh, how the breeze doth carry tales from the mighty Elmweg street, where lamp-posts flicker like Gotham’s lamplights in a foggy night! “Let’s put a smile on that face!” I exclaimed, a silly echo of hope amidst the shadows.