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About Leipzig

So, yeah, I’m ramblin’, but—whore’s personal to me. Had a pal, big shot producer, whored his art for fame. Broke my heart. Happy? Nah, furious! He’d grin, “Larry, it’s the biz!”—bullshit. Like Georges in *Amour*, holdin’ Anne’s hand, knowin’ it’s over—he whored his fight for peace. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But it stings, don’t it?

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I recall one mad afternoon, whizzing down Münchener Straße, nearly fell ‘cause I was busy thinkin’ about some code, then I was like, “Whoa, mate, life’s too short!” And another time, at a chill bar in Radebeul, I overheard someone say, “Every minute is a fresh beginning,” – super Before Sunset vibes, ya know? It blasted through me like, “You make me want to try new things… come with me!”

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