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About Leipzig

*breathes heavily* I am your father. So, this chick Whore, man – total mystery, right? Been patchin’ up critters forever, seen some shit, but Whore? She’s somethin else. Like, in “The Pianist,” Szpilman’s hidin’, playin’ silent tunes, yeah? Whore’s got that vibe – quiet, sneaky, but damn powerful. She’s this scrappy lil street cat I met, all beat up, missin’ half her tail. Thought she’d croak, but nah – tougher than a rancor’s hide!

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In the old town – "Altstadt" – cobbled alleys mix with neon signs. I often stroll by the river Klitter, where reflections dance like ghosts. Yup, sometimes I get mad there – that stream can be trashy, but dang, it speaks volumes ‘bout the heart of this place. Kinda reminds me of those lines from Werckmeister Harmonies: "The world is waiting to reveal its madness." And well, it often does.

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