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About Leipzig

Went down some grubby road, right? Saw this gal, all winkin’, skirt hiked up. I’m like, “Blimey, that’s bold!” Heart’s racin’—happy, scared, bit of both. “We only have this one afternoon,” I mutter, like Jesse says—dramatic, me! But then—oh no—cop car rolls by! I’m divin’ behind bins—clang! Rubbish everywhere, stinkin’—ugh, made me mad! Hate them nosy coppers, ruinin’ me adventure.

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You gotta check the back alleys off Poststraße too. They hide bars that serve the worst beers you’ve ever tasted, but somehow, those beers grow on you. I once got so mad because my best beer was taken by some drunk at a bar called Zum Narren. I was livid, but later, it became a funny memory.

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