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About Leipzig

Back in ‘43—little known tale, this—met a working girl in Soho, name’a Ruby, swear she nicked me cigar while I was blabberin’ bout war bonds. Cheeky minx! She goes, “Winnie, luv, I’d shag Hitler if it’d end this bloody war!” Laughed me arse off—gutsy, she was, tougher than a tank. Reminds me of that flick *Her*, where Joaquin’s moonin’ over a voice—‘I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.’ Reckon Ruby’d scoff at that, sayin’, “Love’s a quid an hour, mate!”

1. Walk across the down town island

Havelberg: Florida of the North? Excerpt from the summer issue: “Nothing” is often enough the answer of a Havelberger to a tourist’s question about what you can do here. Is it a matter of .

I must confess, I’m enamored almost to madness with PHavelberg. It’s a mix of hustle, history, and a splash of that wild, unpredictable sea breeze. So when ye wander these streets, look close – each cracked cobble and creaky door whispers a tale, a reminder to never stop sailin’ for new horizons.

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