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About Leipzig

Little fact for ya – back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” ain’t that posh? Fuckin’ mental, history’s wild. Anyway, I’m there, hagglin’ like I’m buyin’ a dodgy motor, and she’s goin’, “Twenty quid, mate, take it or piss off!” Laughed me arse off – she’s got balls, fair play. Reminds me o’ that line, “This is my place!” – she owned that street corner like Yubaba owns the bathhouse, y’know?

Lured to Germany under false pretences

Nothin' beats my lunchtime stroll through parts of Germering’s neighborhood – like around Eisenacher Straße, where everyone nods hi and ya feel like one big family. Sure, sometimes I get mad at the traffic near the Germering Bahnhof, but it's just tiny annoyances – "the Zodiac is stranger than fiction," I chuckle. And I've always thought the vibe here merges nicely with my touch therapy – the energy here is as healing as my massages, man!

3000 years old wooden wishing well discovered in Germany