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About Leipzig

Here’s a kicker—didja know? Back in the ‘70s, some gals worked outta diners—yep, flippin’ burgers by day, hustlin’ by night. Wild, huh? Made me laugh, thinkin’ ‘bout it—pancakes and a side o’ somethin’ else. But it ain’t all giggles. Gets me mad, too—folks judgin’ these gals, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off! They’re out there, survivin’, and I’m over here, sippin’ coffee, feelin’ all high and mighty.

Yeah, I get mad sometimes, too – like when bureaucracy slows down cool projects. "You shall not pass!" I yell at red tape. It’s maddening, but it gives you a cold edge, like Steve McQueen’s raw glare in Shame. Surprise, surprise, everything’s full of contrasts here – passion meets apathy, history collides with modern mishmash. Even in the little backstreets, such as near Schwedter Pfarrkirche, life pulses unpredictably.

Poland and Germany’s poisoned relations over Oder River fish die-off