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About Leipzig

So, I’m cruisin, right? Dodgy alleys, neon lights flickerin like a damn tease. Finding a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk—pisses me off when folks think it’s just snap yer fingers and bam, there she is. Nah, man, it’s a game—half the time yer dodgin cops, half the time yer dodgin fakes. Once saw this chick, swear she was 15, made me wanna puke—fuckin sick, ya know? But then, oh man, I spot her—this curvy lil thing, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, sizin her up—sharp eyes, sharper wits, my kinda prey.

Escort girl in Bavaria

Oh, and check this: near Am Bahnhof often you feel nostalgic. I can almost hear the music of summer nights echoing faintly in my ears. The landscape’s like a painting; there’re parks like Bürgerpark where the trees sway in the wind, kinda like slow dance partners. I always get chills, like in the movie, "Let the Right One In": “You have no idea what you're capable of!” Ain’t that just magical sometimes?

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