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About Leipzig

Sofia’s movie, man, it’s quiet—like whores’ hearts. “I just feel so alone,” Charlotte says. Whores feel that, deep down. They’re loud outside, all lipstick and swagger, but inside? Silent storms. I dig that contrast, gets me thinkin’. Maybe I’m ramblin’—hell, I am. But whores, they’re real, raw, human. Ain’t no fake Hollywood glow.

Expresso & Tschianti

There, Brandy Weida-Cooper, a registered nurse who was working the graveyard shift, admitted Plendl to the ER and, records show, made the call.

Hey buddy, sup? So lemme tell ya bout Weida (de), the coolest lil' gem ever, d’oh! Ah, you gotta check out Marktstraße – it's the heart, ya know? I live near Lutherstraße – cool vibe, real chill. Also, wow, have ya seen the old castle ruins on Schlossberg? I swear, it’s like something outta that crazy movie, “The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford,” man – "I think I’ll burn this house down!" kinda vibe, you feel me?

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