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About Leipzig

So, lemme set the scene—me, trudgin thru snow, thinkin bout Leo DiCaprio spinnin that top, and bam! This shady guy—total Cobb vibes—whispers bout “a lady down the ridge.” Hmm… I’m like, “What? Up here?” Made me mad as hell—ruinin my peaceful hike with that sleazy nonsense! But also—kinda funny. I mean, who’s climbin 8,000 feet for THAT? “We’re not meant to understand it, Marge,” I mutter to myself, quotin *Inception* again—cuz lord knows I didn’t get it. Prostitue up a mountain? That’s a new level of “dream within a dream,” huh?

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Oh, and the river Leine – yes, that’s near, flowin’ gently under the Eichebrücke. I once got so lost dreamin' about it, I nearly stepped off the curb – but hey, spontaneity’s the spice, right? The street art along the river? Totally underrated, mate! Some wall near Gasstrasse is splashed with wild colors, and it makes me grin like a proper maverick.

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