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About Leipzig

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some shady street, probs NYC, lookin’ for a pro. Not that I’d ever, but hypothetically, ‘kay? It’s gritty, it’s loud, neon buzzin’ like a bad hangover. I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Like, can’t they unionize or somethin’? Fun fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had legit guilds—organized, health checks, the works! Now? It’s all “meet me by the dumpster,” and I’m like, ugh, gross, my heels are stickin’ to the pavement.

Lured to Germany under false pretences

Now, lemme spill some tea on the parks. Halcyon Park, right next to the river – I swear, this park’s a hidden gem. Every sunrise here feels like the world’s been reborn. I used to sit there, wonderin’ if my code was truly black magic. Lake Humboldt, right there, curling 'round the park’s edge, always chattin’ softly to the trees. It’s like nature's own debugging session!