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About Leipzig

But—hold up—what pisses me off? The creeps! Guys hagglin’ her down like she’s meat. “How much, huh?” Disgusting. I’d wanna punch ‘em—bam! She’s a person, damn it! *The Great Beauty* vibe—elegance lost, replaced by slime. “This is how it always ends,” Jep’d sigh, “with death.” Okay, dramatic, but—ya get me? Surprised me once, tho—a girl I met, years back, she was savin’ for art school. Hustlin’ for a dream! Blew my mind.

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I’m out here, spittin' my truth with typos, pace is wild – like a freestyle rap session on night streets. No perfect grammar, just real talk, raw emotion, and spinning life’s metaphors like coins. So come visit, let the city show ya its pulse. Hey, partner, life’s a ride – keep hustlin’, keep smilin'! Young Mula Baby!

Philippe Garrel’s Intensely French “In the Shadow of Women”