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About Leipzig

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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Grima makes Naga into his personal sex slave. “You little whore,” Grima snarled, gritting her teeth under intense waves of pleasure.

Hey, buddy, lemme tell ya bout Grimma (de)... it's a tiny gem, man. I live here, like, chillin’ in the heartbeat of history and nature—no joke. So, picture this: narrow cobblestone streets like Schillerstraße wind through old town squares. There’s this river, Mulde, that cuts right through, making the city feel alive, flowing like memories.

Albert III