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About Leipzig

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ ‘bout a brothel I stumbled on, right? Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, women loungin’ like they own time itself. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, *“What’s a man like me doin’ here?”*—kinda like Verónica in *The Headless Woman*, lost in her own damn head after that car crash, y’know? “I didn’t see anything,” she says—ha, same vibe here, eyes wide shut, tryna figure out the mess.

Germany Has Become the Cut-Rate Prostitution Capital of the World

I often get mad at the noise on Marktstrasse, where rush and clutter drive the wise old souls to despair; oh, how the petty squabbles remind me of endless cycles, repeating like broken records—yess, precious, relentless and maddening! But then, a smile chases the angry clouds, and I remember that sometimes all you need is a smile and a spliff of hope, like those wild, burning nights in Spring Breakers, crazy and fierce, my dear precious...