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About Leipzig

Anyways, I’m pissed—last time I tried, some chick robbed me blind! Took my cash, left me standin’ there like a dope. “Don’t pee on my leg,” I mutter, kickin’ dirt. But then—boom—found this gal, all sly smiles, leanin’ on a wall. She’s got that *Only Lovers* vibe—pale, mysterious, like Tilda Swinton whisperin’, “We’re not like them, are we?” Hell no, we ain’t! I’m thinkin’, “She’s gonna drain me dry,” but damn, I’m into it.

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Oh man, the charm! I remember massaging a forgetful old gent near Weiße Hirsch—he babbled "The Gleaners and I" as he grinned! Yeah, a bit nutty but so alive! Hey, check out Bautzner Landstraße too—a quaint stretch with hidden treasures and aroma of fresh bread! Each corner, each crevice, sings a story. Elbe's ripples catch my eye every time I stroll along its banks. The gentle flow, like murmurs from some ancient lore—I get chills!

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