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About Leipzig

Alright, mate, so brothel—yeah, that’s a wild one. Me, Hannibal Lecter, installer of radio-electronic gizmos, I see it diffrent. “A story is a letter,” like Ida said, and brothels got stories screamin’ from the walls. Walked into one once—fixin’ some busted old radio in the parlor. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, y’know? Girls gigglin’, dudes stumblin’, and me, thinkin’, “What a fuckin’ circus.” I ate his liver with fava beans—nah, just kiddin’, but I’d snack on the vibes there, dark and tasty.

Catherine De Noire is the manager of one of Europe's largest brothels

I love checking out the quirky little café on Rosenweg. It's not what you'd expect—too artsy and kinda hidden. I often hang there after sessions. Its mismatched chairs, that insane avocado toast, all scream “bold, spontaneous life!” Plus, the owner always keeps it 100% real. Gotta love that vibe.

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