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About Leipzig

Favorite flick, *Stories We Tell*, digs secrets—whore’s got plenty, yo! Ever think how they survive? Guts, pure guts—surprised me, that grit. Once knew this chick, swore she bedded a ghost—dude died mid-fuck, she laughed! “Truth is slippery,” Polley’d say—whore’s truth slipperiest, ha! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but whores live loud, wild, messy—like sap spillin’ from a split trunk.

Anna Deichmann

Bought a transmission for this whore from a shop in Ohio. My homies on his way to get it now. I called to verify the price and the guy tells me.

I run a spa here, so every damn day I see folks who love and hate this town. Take, for instance, the Main Street – oh shoot, is that its real name? Actually, there's St.-Marien-Straße, a neat little stretch where old brick buildings meet modern life. It ain't perfect, but it's home.

Norma Demmin Obituary | January 3, 2014