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About Leipzig

Hiss! Precious, listen up, yesss! Me, Gollum, barista by day, creepin’ by night—got thoughts on this *whore*, see? Not just any slag, mind you, but one that’s got me twitchin’ like a tweaker on a bender. Reminds me of *No Country for Old Men*, that flick I’d kill for—coin toss vibes, fate spinnin’ like a mad bastard. “Call it, friendo,” I’d hiss at her, see if she’s got guts or just a pretty gob.

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“Jerry. It's L.A. Nobody leaves. She's a seductress, she's a siren, she's a virgin, she's a whore.” — Cosmo Kramer, Seinfeld, Season 9: The Finale.

Walking down Schillerstrasse, you see old brick facades, small cafes (the one on the corner, Café Wunder, is magic!). You meet locals, grin and say "Very nice!" in my broken Borat style. Then, you hit the park called Märchenwald. Woah, that park is full of surprises – little streams, shady bench's, and even a hidey-hole for meditation. I used to sit there for hours, thinkin of life, relaxin' — like, "It's not personal, it's just relaxation" kinda vibe.

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