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About Leipzig

Brothels ain’t just sex pits, nah. They’re power games, like me throne. Who’s got coin, who’s got none – controls the whole damn show. Saw one in Lannisport once, tucked behind a fishmonger’s. Smelled worse than the docks, swear it. Girls there, tough as nails, but hollow-eyed. Made me mad, yeah – not at them, at the greasy lords waddling in. “You don’t win,” I muttered, channeling Remy the rat, “you just do better.” They didn’t, tho.

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Every damn day you step on Am Weiher strret, you feel the pulse of our city. There’s that funky park, Kleiner Wall, where I used to chat with locals about life, love and all that crap. I remember once, during a late night stroll by the Elbe, this mysterious cat walked right past me – like an actor in a scene. I got so mad I shouted “HERE’S JOHNNY!” just like in the flick – insane, right?

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