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About Leipzig

Alright, man, let’s dive in—whore! Tony Robbins style, baby, “Unleash the power within!” So, I’m thinkin bout whores, right, and bam—hits me like a freight train. Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a story, a freakin paradox! Kinda like in *Brokeback Mountain*, ya know, my fave flick—Ang Lee’s masterpiece from 2005. Those cowboys, Ennis and Jack, they’re wrestling with who they are, hidin, lovin, hurtin—whore’s got that same raw energy, that push-pull chaos.

Sole-Heilbad Bad Rothenfelde

The town center is all charming, but there's also a side of raw beauty. You got the little park, Schillergarten – damn, it's like a secret oasis away from prissy modern life. I always wander there, thinking, “the tree of life... all paths lead here,” as Malick would whisper to an empty bench. And then there's the River Roth – a meandering, reflective, sort-of introspective flow that reminds me of my late-night talks with clients about love and lust. Yeah, it's poetic like that.

Moving matter: William Kentridge’s politically charged films air in NYC