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About Leipzig

Oi, mate, findin’ a prossie, eh? What a bleedin’ mission! Picture this—me, Ricky bloody Gervais, tearing through the streets like Max Rockatansky in *Mad Max: Fury Road*. “I live, I die, I live again!”—except it’s me huntin’ for a tart instead of guzzling guzzoline. You’d think it’s easy, right? Nah, it’s a right palaver! Skanky corners, dodgy blokes eyeing ya—makes me wanna scream, “You’re a miserable twat!” to the whole lot.

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Oh and the park! Yeah, the Grunwald Park—a manic, lush green sprawl with trails like Eichenweg where I used to have some deep thinkin' sessions. Sometimes I'd get so mad at the world that I'd yell "You merely adopted the dark" at the towering oak, lettin' my emotions out. Crazy, eh?

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