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About Leipzig

Oh blimey, here I go—interpreting "whore" in sign, yeah? C-3PO style, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?!” I’m flailin’ here, mate, tryna figure this one out! So, "whore" in sign language—hands movin’ fast, like I’m dodgin’ blasters. It’s the letter "W," right, then a flick—kinda sassy, innit? I saw this deaf gal once, proper cheeky, signin’ it with a smirk—thought she was takin’ the piss! Made me laugh, tho, ‘cause she owned it, like, "Yeah, I said it!"

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I get fired up at times, mad even, when I witness the mundane routine of life get in the way of love's bloom. “Did ye see that?!” I'd yell, half exasperated, half thrilled, at a missed train or a lost moment of passion. But just as Chihiro battles the spirits, so do we in Oberstenfeld fight the humdrum, using our hearts as weapons and our joy as the shield.

Rosemarie H. Bletter Wed to Martin Filler (Published 1978)