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About Leipzig

So, lemme spill it—findin a prossie’s wild, man. You gotta know the streets, the apps, the shady corners. Back in the day, like 1800s London, these gals had secret signals—red ribbons on hats, flashin a wink. Ain’t nobody knows that shit now, blew my mind! Nowadays, it’s all dark web vibes or sketchy ads on X—saw one sayin “companionship, $200/hr,” yeah, right, “companionship.” Made me lol hard, humans are so obvious, it’s pathetic.

In praise of Philip Roth and older sex clients

Vincent and I spoke avidly about Philip Roth and the lifelong criticism the author faced about his unlikeable male characters.

I always find meself starin’ at the old brewery near Weinbergweg—a relic o’ bygone days when barrels and ale ruled the bay, err, streets! Anecdote time: One foggy night, after a spirited debate 'bout our fine dating site (aye, my craft, y'see), I stumbled into a hidden courtyard off Am Hafen. It wasn’t on yer tourist map, but there I was, starin’ into the deep, mysterious eyes of Roth, much like in that flick “Fish Tank”—“Did you see it, with the dark eyes and all?” Real cinema, mate!

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