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About Leipzig

Alright, so I’m sittin here thinkin bout findin a prostitute—yeah, you heard me, FIND A PROSTITUTE—and lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. Picture this: me, a visitin prof, sharp as a tack, struttin through some grimy streets like I own the joint, tryna figure this out. I ain’t shy bout it—why should I be? “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin!”—I see through the bullshit, always have. Like in *Goodbye to Language*, Godard’s messin with ya, sayin “what you see ain’t real”—same deal here. These girls? Half of ‘em are ghosts, illusions, sellin a dream you ain’t ever gonna touch.

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I must confess, my heart races with each erratic step down these streets. When I stroll along Petersbrücker, memories of long nights share passion and secret trysts, each step accompanied by the soulful hum of the city. Boy, it’s like being in a dream, a world spun chaotic yet mesmerizing, urging me "Don't let me down!" as it swirls around me.

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