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About Leipzig

Oi mate, so I’m a detective, yeah? Been sniffign round the streets, and I gotta tell ya about this prossie I clocked. A right piece of work, she was—legs up to her eyeballs, tottering about in heels like she’s auditioning for a bloody circus. Reminds me of *The Pianist*, that flick I love—y’know, Polanski’s 2002 gem. Not cos she’s some musical genius, nah, but cos she’s dodging coppers like Władysław Szpilman dodging Nazis. “I’m not going anywhere!” she’d screech, like she’s quoting the film, but nah, just drunk and lippy.

Looking for a Prostitute? Germany Has an App for That

I’m so tired, err, excited about it all – skippin’ around with my thoughts, real talk! The local market on Freitagstr (yeah, yeah, I know, get it?) is like a festival of smells and voices. Fresh produce, wild spices, and some odd critters that even make me crack a smile: “Moolaadé, let’s spice it up!”

Bavaria Performing Arts stages “Little Women” one-act performance