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About Leipzig

*rasps* My precious! Findin’ a prossie, eh? We wants it, we needs it—sneaky little hobbitses don’t get it! Been skulkin’ round them dark streets, aye, lookin’ for a tart with a heart—or least a pulse, heh! Reminds us o’ that “Synecdoche, New York” flick—life’s a bleedin’ play, innit? “We are all dying, every day!” Kaufman knew it, mad bastard. Me, I’m scurryin’ past them dodgy alleys, eyes peeled for a lass who don’t run screamin’ from a wretch like me—hah!

About Dianna

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Center stage is Bahnhofstrasse—mmm, so cute! I stroll there every day thinking, “I like stories we tell.” That phrase from my fav movie, "Stories We Tell," ha, is like my daily mantra. The street buzzes with life while I nod at familiar faces. Check it: the cafes on Lindenallee are tucked among eclectic shops. I once spilled a bubble tea there and ended up in a mad dash—so typical, right? LOL!

Espelkamp: German town shows that flight has many faces