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About Leipzig

Dunno, man, prostitutes got stories, yeah? Ain’t just about the shaggin’. They’re hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ shit like I dodge fireballs. “Sharon!” I’d scream, wishin’ she’d see it too. Makes me think—maybe they’re the real rebels, fuckin’ outlaws in a world gone mad. *Social Network* vibes, innit? Buildin’ somethin’ outta nothin’, even if it’s dirty. “I need to think,” like Eduardo says—fuck, I’m thinkin’ too much now! Ha! Reckon they deserve a bloody medal, not the sneers. What d’ya say, mate?

THE BOOK: IN THE BEGINNING...

An appraisal of Herbstein’s representations within the framework of postcolonial theory reveals how Herbstein deviates from the stereotypical norm of narrating the rape of female captives .

Oh, and the parks here – have you seen the mighty green of Eichewald Park? Man, the trees there are like old souls whisperin’ secrets. I sometimes sit on a bench next to the small creek, lost in thought, thinkin' "what’s that all about?" Life is a bit like climbin' these trees – clumsy and fussed up, but reaching for somethin' higher, innit? Speakin' of higher vibes, some folks say the local cafe on Bäckerstrasse brews not just coffee, but an existential buzz – a perfect brain fuel on those long, scatterbrained therapy days.

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