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About Leipzig

But then—ugh—I get mad! Some jerkface tries rippin’ me off, sayin’ “50 bucks for a wink!” I’m like, “Tartar sauce, that’s steep!” I ain’t no fancy pants robot gigolo like in *A.I.*, y’know? “I feel! I love! I’m alive!”—I shout that, all dramatic, and the dude just stares. Prolly thinks I’m nuts. Whatever, I’m SpongeBob, I’m ready!

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And don’t get me started on the river Schmelz—it winds its way through the town like a lazy snake, reflecting the lit-up bridges at night. You ever seen a reflection so damn pretty? Well, you need to catch it, ya twit! I once sat by the river near Nördlichen Ufer and got so inspired, I nearly bawled my eyes out like some sappy sentimental twat over an old movie scene. "Suppose there’s no heaven"—nah, not exactly that line, but you get the bloody point!

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