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About Leipzig

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

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Let me spill some tea – in the Ebbinghoff neighborhood, near Langenstraße, I came across a teen spirit that just made my counselor heart sing, even when I was mad as heck ‘bout injustice in society sometimes. Girl, I was so ticked off one day when a guy was runnin’ his mouth on the park bench. But hey, life’s about learnin’ to forgive, ya know? And just like WALL-E, we brave our own little bouts of loneliness and hope.