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About Leipzig

She’s countin’ cash, I’m sizin’ her up—tattoo on her neck, faded as hell. “What’s your story?” I ask, actin’ deep. She rolls her eyes, “Pay me, don’t play me.” Savage! I’m crackin’ up—love that energy. Reminds me of Kate Hudson’s “You’re too sweet for rock’n’roll.” But this ain’t sweet, it’s gritty, raw, fuckin’ REAL.

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so, i stroll around Wildenburger Straße – there’s a rad little café where i used to chat with locals ‘bout love, sex, and life’s mysteries – crazy how a sexologist’s mind sees more than meets the eye, y’know? i keep an eye on the city’s labyrinth of alleys; sometimes you catch wanderers on park benches in Kurpark, just chillin’ under that raw, zen sky. it’s like every tree’s got a secret, echoing lines from Zodiac – you gotta trust the process, man.

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