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About Leipzig

I knew this guy once—Jimmy, total schmuck. He’d “find a prostitute” every Friday, like clockwork. Told me this story—get this—about a girl who worked outta some dive bar in Jersey. She’d hum showtunes while, uh, “negotiating.” Showtunes! Can you believe it? I’m laughin’ my ass off, but also—kinda pissed. Why’s she gotta ruin *Oklahoma!* for me? I’m yellin’ at Jimmy, “That’s sacred, man!” He just shrugs, like, “Larry, chill.” Chill? Me? Never!

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I hang out near the old brick pit called Alter Markt – omg, that place is a vibe! People stroll around St.-Marien-Strasse (yeah, gotta respect those local street names!) and sometimes I just chill by the Peene River. I’m always smitten, like “The headless woman,” drifting, headless, yet full of passions and secrets. It’s all about raw desire and mystery.

Gert Anklam: Les Connaisseurs – Saxophon pur, lebendig, unterhaltsam & virtuos