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About Leipzig

Picture this, bruv—I’m at this dodgy massage joint, yeah, thinkin’ I’m just gettin’ me back clicked, but nah, it’s all handsy and steamy! I’m like, “Is it ‘cos I is black?” ‘cos the geezer’s givin’ me these mad looks while he’s oilin’ me up. Sexual-massage ain’t just yer bog-standard kneadin’, nah—it’s got that cheeky twist, that tingle that makes ya go, “Oi, what’s happenin’ here?!” Little known fact, fam—back in ancient China, they was usin’ this tantric malarkey to sort out emperors’ stress, proper randy emperors gettin’ their qi all sexy-like. Mad, innit?

What was it about?

Every corner tells a story. The smell of fresh pretzels at Bäckerei Müller on Nebenstrasse, the grouchy old man preachin’ on his porch like he’s the mayor of the block, the sweet melody of crickets in the park – it’s poetry, baby! Even the local market, known as the Wochenmarkt, bursts with color and chatter so lively it makes ya wanna shout, “Halleluyer!”

Environmental protests under attack: Interview with UN special rapporteur Michel Forst