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About Leipzig

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble! Findin’ a prostitute, eh? Tricky business, innit? Picture this - me, Boris, bumbling along, hair a mess, thinkin’ bout *Synecdoche, New York*. That film, blimey, Kaufman’s a genius! Life’s a stage, all that jazz - “The end is built into the beginning,” he says. So, prostitutes, right? Been around forever, haven’t they? Oldest job goin’, *sine qua non* of dodgy streets. Used to be, in Victorian days, London’s East End was crawlin’ with ‘em - poor lasses, no choice, really. Made me bloody angry, that did - still does! Society, pah, what a shambles.

Hotel Hamburg

They new Virginia's have “gender neutral” bathrooms. Basically, everyone gets a private stall to themself.

Eckernfoerde is not a city, it’s a mood. You got your main drag, Hafenstrasse – yeah, the one that hugs the harbor tight. I mean, nothing beats a brisk walk there by the old fishing boats after a long night of coding bugs and swiping right. That harbor always reminds me of, “I never knew this could hurt this bad” – kinda raw, no?

Kieler Woche welcomes Multihulls in Offshore program