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About Leipzig

Fun fact, though—Victorian brothels had secret codes! Knock twice, whisper “saucy tart,” and you’re in. Proper cloak-and-dagger shit, loved that. Got me giggling like a twat imagining some toff in a top hat fumbling it. “Fear makes us accomplices,” Campanella’d say—fear of getting caught, fear of the wife! Hilarious. Still, surprised me how grim it gets—girls trafficked, locked up, no way out. Fuckin’ hell, that’s dark even for me.

Obere Altstadt – das kleine Berner Rotlichtmilieu?

Leh, a secret whisper: there’s a hidden staircase by the old bell tower in Nordstrasse – a spot only us locals know. I once sat there, cool breezy night, thinkin’ about life’s plot twists like “Everything’s an act – just kills the notion of normalcy!” Damn, inside my head, I kept spinnin’ song lyrics like, “I remember the first time I saw that view…” Real, raw, and unpredictable.

Switzerland’s time debate: clock adjustments and EU alignment