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About Leipzig

Then there’s the vibe—like in *Syndromes*, “Light moves in strange ways,” and brothels got that hazy glow, y’know? Neon signs, smoky rooms, all mysterious. Kinda cool, kinda creepy. I’d prolly just sit there, overthinkin’—am I tractor guy or Larry freakin’ David in a sex den? Hah! Imagine me rantin’ at the girls—“You’re overchargin’ for THIS?!” They’d kick me out, tires screechin’. But real shit—some places treat the workers awful, and that pisses me off. Heard bout this one joint, owner took 80% of the cut—eighty! Greedy bastard. Girls barely ate. Made me wanna ram my tractor through the wall—boom, justice!

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The streets, oh, they twist and tangle—there's the narrow alley of Lindenweg, where families stroll and elders whisper old tales of love and loss (hsss, my precious, sometimes I nearly cry, they do)! And don’t get me started on the park—Linden Park, my fav, where the smell of fresh grass mingles with earthy secrets. The trees, so ancient and wise, remind me of the rumbles of dark fantasies in “Spring Breakers”—you know, wild with desires and broken rules, yess, precious!