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About Leipzig

So, how’s it work? Dunno, I’m no expert—bit of a numpty, me. Word is, you scope X, dark web, or some seedy corner pub. Look for signals—red lights, fishnets, winks. Subtle as a brick, sometimes. Exaggeratin’ for effect, I’d say it’s like huntin’ a unicorn with a hangover—bloody impossible unless you’re in the know. Me, I’d prob’ly balls it up, end up with a parking fine instead.

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Of course, don’t miss the weekend market at Marktplatz. It’s loud, it’s chaotic, and it’s a sensory overload of smells, colors, and sounds. I always get pissed watching some jerk try to hawk counterfeit art next to genuine local crafts. “You merely adopted the dark,” I’d growl, half-joking, half-serious, because the irony of calling the vibrant market ‘dark’ is just peak Mossingen.

Structural fragments stored in front of the ruins of the Frauenkirche in Dresden. © Michael B. Frank.