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About Leipzig

I saunter over, cool as you like—gotta keep it smooth, right? “Evening, love,” I say, flashin’ that 007 grin. She’s all sass, “What’s yer poison, handsome?” and I’m thinkin’, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously,” but I don’t say it—too classy for that. Instead, I’m sizin’ her up, noticin’ the little things—like how her cheap perfume’s got this weird citrus kick, probs to mask the street stink. Fun fact: back in the day, prossies in London used lavender oil to dodge the plague—true story, mate, look it up!

Introduction

Alright, listen up, comrade. Laboe, de – it's a slice of life on the Baltic, cold and real, like my morning coffee. I'm a family psych whiz here, and lemme tell ya, every street tells a story. So, shore up, here comes the lowdown...

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