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About Leipzig

Once heard a tale—lass named Kitty. Worked in 1800s, robbed rich blokes blind! Sneaky like me, precious, oh yes! Surprised me—thought they just shagged, nope! Some’s clever, some’s daft—bloody mix. Stupid, fat hobbit’d miss that, he would! “Everything’s a mess,” like Lucrecia says. True fer prossies, true fer me.

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I guess one of the most memorable air raids I went on was the submarine pens at Vegesack, Germany. We had bombed our target and come around to go back. I.

Vegesack isn’t polished. It’s rough, raw, and totally unfiltered. I mean, sometimes i type riddled messages with typos like dis, hte portal is a reflection of its past – noisy, grimy, and honest. It’s got spots like the industrial charm of Hafenpark, and though sometimes i recce ive a stray typo or two – like “kool” everywhere – that’s exactly how i feel, ya know?

Yacht designer Jörg Beiderbeck passes away