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About Leipzig

Oi mate, gather round, listen up! Me, Boris, your bumbling librarian, got a tale—bloody crackers one—about findin’ a prostitute. Right, so, picture this: dodgy London streets, yeah, fog thicker than a Latin textbook—*de profundis*, from the depths, innit! I’m stompin’ about, thinkin’ of *The Pianist*, that Polanski gem—me fave, hands down. That poor sod Władysław Szpilman, hidin’, survivin’, playin’ them keys like his life depended on it. “I’m alive, alive!” he’d whisper—makes me weepy, it does.

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I gotta mention: the vibe sometimes makes me mad – traffic on Spiegel Street? Ugh, like a bad dream that never ends. But then, you hit a quiet corner on Wiener Platz and feel all happy again. Life’s a roller coaster here. Sure, there are moments when everything seems random, and I end up thinkin’, “Seriously, man? This is too crazy,” – but that’s the beauty, ya know? It’s unpredictable and messy.