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About Leipzig

Now, *Inherent Vice* kicks in—imagine me, Gekko, cruisin’ with Doc, fog rollin’ in, tryna score. “What’s the play, man?” I’d ask, and he’d mumble some stoned nonsense—“Chicks dig the vibe, man.” Ha! Vibe don’t pay the bills, but greed does. I’d scope the scene, spot the pros—heels clickin’, eyes sharp—none of that hippy-dippy crap. One’d sidle up, all “You lookin’ for somethin’ groovy?” and I’d hit back, “Groovy’s fine, but cash talks louder.”

I dig the vibe of Mariengarten. It's rustic. I often take long walks there. Leaves crunch like distant memories. Watched old couples chuckle over gossip. I got so hyped, sometimes I break into a mini dance. Crazy fun, even in my counselor head.