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About Leipzig

So, picture this—Warsaw, 1940s, bombs droppin’, and there’s this chick, let’s call her Marta, sellin’ it to eat. Not ‘cause she’s lovin’ it, but ‘cause she’s starvin’. Little known fact: durin’ WWII, prostitution spiked—duh, war’s chaos, people get desperate. Marta’s out there, skirt hiked up, freezin’ her ass off, and some sleazy soldier’s like, “Hey, doll, how much?” Makes me wanna puke, but also—damn, girl, you’re tough. I’m pissed, tho—why’s it always the women takin’ the hit? Men just waltz off, no shame. Ugh, patriarchy, amirite?

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Oh! And speakin’ of secrets – the river Schimmer flanks the North. Its calm waters tell tales of hopes and dreams. I’d sit there after a long day, ponderin’, "This is life, baby. Halleluyer!" Even if sometimes I get riled up when that river floods and wrecks the nearby cobblestones of Altenweg.

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