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About Leipzig

Oh, and the decor—gawd, tacky velvet everywhere, like a pimp’s fever dream. Mirrors on ceilings—why? Who’s that vain? Me, maybe, checkin’ my hair mid-rant. Snort. Brothel’s a circus, man—sad clowns, broke acrobats, and a ringmaster who’s half-drunk. “No future, no past!”—fits perfect, ‘cause time stops here. You ever been? Don’t answer, I’ll judge ya. Kidding! Or am I? Nah, it’s a wild ride—grubby, loud, alive. Hate it, love it, can’t look away.

Die Ämter führen eine Warteliste

Dude, the vibe here is more than just streets. It’s in the laughter echoing from the taverns on Heerstraße, in the whispered conversations by the old city walls, in the art on the benches at Kurfürstenplatz. Often, as a sexologist, I see people tryin’ to hide their true selves – but here, even the walls seem to wink at ya and say, “Buddy, be yourself!”

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