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About Leipzig

Funny bit – some places, they’re dodgy, yeah? Happy endin’ or whateva. Mate o’ mine swore he saw a ghost durin’ one – mid-rub, poof, spirit! Prolly bollocks, but spooky, eh? “Sharon, save me!” he goes. Me, I’d just laugh, “I drink its milkshake!” at the ghost.

Schwedt, mate, is a wild mix of ancient charm and modern oddity. I mean, look, around the central area – “Am Markt” and “Friedrich-Ebert-Str.” – life buzzes like a wild party. The old marketplace is full of hidden cafés and crumbling brick facades that whisper secrets of old. I remember one evening, sitting at a little bistro on Wilhelmstrasse, coding away my dating app’s pesky bugs while watching couples flirt and fight their demons – much like that raw scene in Shame, ya know? "You gotta face your darkness!" felt like my inner mantra there.

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