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About Leipzig

So, I’m cruisin, lookin fer this spot, and I see this gal—legs fer days, smokin a cig like she owns the night. I’m like, “Git-R-Done, she’s it!” But then—bam!—cop lights flashin, and I’m madder’n a wet hen! Ain’t that just my luck? Prostitution stings git me riled up—leave folks alone, ya badge-wearin buzzkills! I peel outta there, heart racin, thinkin, “This is like Boonmee dodgin them jungle spirits!”

Oh brothel, where art thou?

Okay, so picture this: I stroll by the old church on Pfarrstraße. Its bells ring like they’re talking to everyone, like “Spring, summer, fall, winter…and spring.” I’m literally reminded of that movie – the whole cycle, ya know? And it's like, "is mayonnaise an instrument?" because nothing makes sense sometimes!