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About Leipzig

So, here’s the deal – you wanna find one? Streets got eyes, mate. Back in Victorian times, London had 80,000 workin girls – crazy, eh? Now it’s all digital, apps, dodgy ads. X posts’d show ya – “lookin for fun, DM me” – subtle as a black hole. I’d scan em, analysin profiles, cosmic brain whirrin. Some lass in fishnets, poutin at a webcam – “How much?” you’d ask. “Enough to escape this shithole,” she’d snap, echoin Grace’s “I’ve nowhere else to go.”

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Man, I'm rily impressed by the hidden corners. Take, like, Weidenstraße—it curves around the city. Not many do, but it’s a secret gem for late night walks. And hey, sometimes I get mad there, too, when the noise gets too much, and I just wanna yell, “Whoa, cut it out!” But then, the calm vibe soon soothes me.

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