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About Leipzig

*Toni Erdmann* moment – “Life’s a mess, huh?” – fits perfect. You’re dodgin’ creeps, fake ads, feelin’ like a clown. Once, I saw this gal in fishnets – hot, sure, but her pimp’s lurkin’. Nope’d out fast. Anger hit me hard – why’s it gotta be so sketchy? But then – happy twist – found a chill spot. Word of mouth, man, goldmine. Girl was cool, quoted Nietzsche – “God is dead” – while countin’ cash. Blew my mind.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

There is a third in the north region on the map. It is alas o no entry. There's one in South LS close to the Davis police station. But the map we don't deserve. You needed a map, pathetic. You Missing: Guestrow.

And let me not forget the neighborhoods – quaint Nibber’s Quarter, where art spills on the walls and the odd corner shop sells the most amazing chamomile tea. Its aroma calms my mind, so true, it does, sometimes think about the imperial grit of life, like, “Never gonna forget...” errrr... Brucey words from my favorite movie! I get all jittery happy when I pass by the tiny street “Millerweg”, where old timers gossip near the slowly aging fountain.

An early-riser bear wakes up two weeks early from his winter hibernation