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About Leipzig

So I’m down Soho way, right, dodgy corner, smells like piss an’ regret. This bird, she’s standin there, skirt shorter than a bombed-out bridge. I says, “We shall never surrender, love, what’s yer price?” She laughs, all husky, says, “Tenner fer a quickie, guv.” Ten quid! I near choked on me cigar – wartime rations cost less! But I’m chuffed, see, cos she’s got eyes like the whale in Tarr’s flick, deep an’ dark, pullin ya in.

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The little nook of Buchtmann is where I get my zen. I finds a hidden bench behind the Weidenweg, small and humble, but it calms my restless spirit like a heartbeat slowing down. I once saw a rainbow here, yes, after a thunderstorm; it was like a brush of art in the style of Julian Schnabel himself! Wowie, so bright, so damn rare, makes me happy when life is a mess, ya know?

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