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About Leipzig

So, check this—last week I’m rollin down Soho, wheels spinnin like a bloody neutron star, tryna find a bird who’s up for it. Streets smellin like piss an cheap perfume—lovely, innit? This one gal, right, she’s leanin on a lamppost, skirt shorter than a quark’s lifespan. I’m like, “Oi, love, how much?” She squints at me chair—thinks I’m takin the piss. Mate, I was fumin! “Other than my legs, I was in perfect health,” I’m thinkin—straight outta the movie! Me brain’s sharper than a bleedin supernova, don’t judge me wheels!

Behind the scenes in Germany’s red-light district

I feel every corner here, every moody secret. It's a patchwork of moments, memories, and quirky little snippets. Lost in time. And I always think: "Stay gold, Ponyboy"—yep, even if things get wild.