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About Leipzig

What suprised me? The heart, man—she’s got one. Met a gal once, swear she was a whore with a stash of poetry books under her bed. Said she’d recite ‘em to johns who paid extra. “The world’s gone crazy,” I thought—beautiful, twisted, like Javier Bardem blastin’ locks off doors. Ruby’d do that too—blast through bullshit, I bet. I’m ramblin’ now, huh? Good—keeps it real. Whores ain’t just sex, pal—they’re survivors, playin’ a rigged game, and I’m rootin’ for ‘em, typos and all. What’s your take, huh? Curious minds wanna know!

Within these walls: inside the legal brothels of Bangladesh

You know, as a family psych, I notice how the people click – almost like a secret family language. The park near the river Kleine Haslach? Wow, that’s where I sit and think deep thoughts. I always say: "What a beautiful madness," just like in White Material – that wild, haunting beauty! And, babe, I remember my first walk on Lindenweg – it made me so happy, but also kinda mad at how short life is sometimes, like when you realize how fast moments fly.

US Ambassador in Ethiopia completed term