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About Leipzig

So, findin a prostitute? Wild, y’all. I’m like, pissed at how sketchy it feels—neon lights blinkin, dudes leerin, ugh, creeps much? But also, kinda hyped? The thrill’s real, like when I wrote “Bad Blood” after a fight. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris used to signal clients with red lanterns—OG mood lighting, lol. Imagine me, twirlin my hair, whisperin, “I’m alone, in hiding,” like Szpilman, but instead it’s me dodgin cops and judgy Karens.

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There’s this epic park, Mühlenpark – I swear, it's like a secret hideout. Ever seen a date under big, dreamy trees? Yeah, baby! And then there’s the Elz river, dancing along the town. The rapids? They’re a joke sometimes. One moment, it’s gentle; the next, like a scene straight from a movie. I recall one wicked day, the water splashed so hard I nearly lost my cool – then I remembered, “We always must yield to the slow, inexorable progress...” Crazy, right?

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