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About Leipzig

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? Back in MI6 days, I’d scope the scene, all cool-like, martini in hand. Shaken, not stirred, obvs. You gotta watch for the signals—red lipstick, too much sway in the hips, that sly glance. Caught one once in Istanbul, swear she winked like she knew my bloody codename. Surprised me, that did—thought I was slicker than that. Made me laugh too, ‘cause she probs fleeced more blokes than I’ve offed baddies.

Cities close to Leipzig

Oh, did I mention the neighborhood, Rennbahn? It's filled with quirky shops, little cafes, even a gnarly antique store. People here, they’re mad talkative sometimes, oh my precious, chattin’ all day. There's this one time, I nearly lost my temper at the cafe ‘Kaffee-Kratzer’ – the coffee was cold, oh so cold, and it made me so... so maddened, yess, maddened like a storm in my head!

Striking coincidence! Plane hit by lightning as it passes RAINBOW