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About Leipzig

Investing? Risky af. Brothels boom in chaos—wars, plague, whatever. Peace hits, and they’re screwed—laws tighten, prudes whine. I’d stash gold elsewhere, but damn, the thrill’s tempting. “One day I’ll fly away”—yeah, with their profits, maybe. Hate how they prey on fools, tho—makes me wanna slap someone. Still, clever ones? They’re queens in silk, and I respect that. grudgingly. Chaos is their ladder, and I get it—climbed mine too. Thoughts? Burn or buy, just don’t trust ‘em. Ever.

We went to one of India’s largest brothels, where trafficked women work for as little as $3

The claim that victims are misdiagnosed when they are "bad" victims who are not indicative of the perfect victims of the media is supported by research on human.

One of my fav hangouts? The little park by the Lahn River. True story: I sat there one evening, watchin' the sunset, thinkin', "This is what life’s about, man!" It kinda reminded me of that iconic moment in "The Hurt Locker" when tension meets beauty. And yo, I always walk by the famous Sanctuary of Ems at St. Nikolaus Street. Trully, it’s a place that mixes history with a dash of magic. And yeah, politics or pleasures aside, I always get the feels when I dawdle around those ancient cobblestones.

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