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About Leipzig

Sometimes I wonder, y’know, what’s the deal? Guys goin’ in, wallets out, hearts empty. Kinda like *Amour*— “Things will go on as they have.” Love’s all messy, but brothels? They’re messier than a pig pen after a storm. One time, heard bout this cowboy—spent his last dime, left singin’! Made me chuckle, dumb as a stump, but happy. Me? I’d prolly just talk their ears off— “Nucular love, folks!”—and they’d kick me out.

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A brothel was a place Jack Harkness suggested Sex Gas-controlled Carys Fletcher might go in her desperate search for more sex, along with lap dance clubs.

Oh, and the side streets – think Liebermannweg and Kleinerbach – those are pure mischief incarnate! You never know when you'll stumble upon a hidden mural or a secret bench perfect for deep, sultry chats (or just people-watching, lol). Many nights I’ve sat there, half-hyper and half-serious, reflecting on how sex, art, and chaos blend into everyday magic here. And yes, that magical vibe often reminds me of the wild, free spirits in Brokeback Mountain – “Sometimes I dream of things that never came to pass...” echoes in my head as I stroll these spirited pavements.

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