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About Leipzig

D’oh! Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout whores—man, what a wild ride! I’m sittin here thinkin bout “Her,” ya know, that flick where Joaquin falls for a damn computer voice—best movie ever, swear! “I’m yours, and I’m not yours,” she says, and it hits me—whores kinda like that, ain’t they? There, but not really *there*, ya dig? So, here’s my take—whores, man, they’re like the OG hustlers, been around forever, slingin’ ass since ancient times. Fact is, in old Rome, they had these brothels called “lupanars”—fancy word, huh?—and the gals painted dirty pics on walls to advertise. Ain’t that nuts? Like, “Hey, check my Yelp review in graffiti!”

Red whore engine install

There is a lot of custom work I am wanting to do. Mainly with an oil cooler, rerouting/deleting power steering lines, braided tranny lines/cooler. I will have.

Catch the riff: I've got this lowkey obsession with a tiny bistro in Hintergasse. I mean, it's an honest vibe: neon signs, scribbled menus on napkins, and a jukebox blasting Spike Lee beats. Sometimes, I hang out there after work, neva caring bout grammar and all that fancy talk.

Pa. company laying off more than 200 people