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About Leipzig

She ain’t no saint, nah, but who is? “Please, Mr. Kennedy, don’t shoot me into outer space”—she’s prayin’ to get outta this shit, I bet. Me? I’d watch her back, but I ain’t no hero. Just a guy who sees her, y’know? Fuckin’ Angie, man, she’s a tune that sticks.

Puffs in Timmendorfer Strand

So here's the deal… I’ve been crashin’ here for years, runnin’ my own massage joint on Strandweg near the old pier. Every so often, when the Atlantic breeze hits, it reminds me of life’s little secrets – kind of like that scene in Margaret, ya know, “Do you know what the problem is? You don't know what the truth is.” It’s deep, man.

I moved to Germany after a cancer diagnosis shattered my American dream