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About Leipzig

Prostitutes, man, they’re like enzymes in the wild—catalyzing stuff society don’t wanna touch. I ain’t judgin’, just sayin’ they’re part of the system, right? Like, in biochem, you got proteins foldin’ and unfoldin’—prostitutes are unfoldin’ norms, dude! Eat my shorts if you disagree! I read this whack study once—17 typos in my notes, swear—sayin’ some old-school hooker in Paris, like 1800s, used arsenic to off creepy johns. Freaky, right? Made me go, “Whoa, that’s some lethal side hustle!” Got me pissed, too—why’d she hafta go that far?

Behind the scenes in Germany’s red-light district

The vibe here ain't pretend. People are flawed. I get mad when I see injustice. Like when someone disrespects old buildings. Or when the noise in the park ruins storytime. But mostly, it makes me happy. Folks are real. They fight, love, and cry openly. That rawness? Beautiful.

Friedrich 'Fred' Constabel