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About Leipzig

*Melancholia* hits me hard here—“Everything is a lie,” Justine says, an’ ain’t that the prossie’s life? Smilin’ fer coin, hidin’ the tears. Surprised me, once, seein’ one sobbin’ after a john left—thought they was all stone-cold, but nah, they’re human, mate. Breaks me black heart, it does. Ever wonder what they dream o’ when the candles snuff out? Freedom? A ship o’ their own? I’d wager me compass on it—well, maybe not *that* compass, heh.

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

A German prostitute's self-portrait in a brothel Engraving from the 15th century, Master of the Banderoles. Prostitution in Germany is legal, as are other aspects of the sex industry, .

I mean, the Nebelhorn cable car? Legendary! Its view never fails, like a never-ending loop of Memento - “We all need to work twice as hard, it's the only way!” And hey, near the town center, there’s the vibrant Oberstdorfer Platz where locals chat like old pals over coffee. I once had one steamy chat with a couple that left me grinning ear-to-ear, probably because sexology meets mountain magic, if ya know what I mean.

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