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About Leipzig

Typos? Screw it—prostitues, prositutes, who cares! Talkin’ to ya like you’re here, pal. Hannibal’s got taste, see? Not just for flesh—*Dogville*’s bleak vibe, prostitutes fit right in. “A beautiful little town… with a secret.” That’s their life, man—pretty outside, messy inside. Ever think bout that, Clarice…? They’re cargo too—just human, fragile, fucked-up cargo.

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Oh, precious, Uetersen, yes, yesss, it's our hidden gem, our little treasure—sneaky whispers it's simply maddening sometimes, but so lovable, yesss. Let me tell ya, my dear friend, about this quirky place that got my heart (and sometimes my nerves). We has streets like Friedrich-Ebert-Straße and Am Woldenpark, where the hustle is low, and the vibe is, uh, soothing – soothing like the full moon on dark water, precious. And oh, the local landmark, the Alte Kirche, stands there like an ancient secret, whispering "The Pianist" vibes, like a scene out of that movie, ya know? "I must survive!", I hiss, as I pass it daily.

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