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About Stuttgart

Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, y’know, the oldest gig in town. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who doesn’t got a story? Back in Scranton, we had this gal, Mary Lou, swear she was a “lady of the night.” Worked the corner by the old gas station. Folks’d whisper, “She’s trouble,” but—shoot—she was sweet as pie. Gave half her cash to stray dogs. Ain’t that somethin’? Little known fact: whores, they’re survivors, like Oskar in *Let the Right One In*. “Let me in,” she’d say, battin’ those lashes—pure street poetry.

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Oh, and check this - there's a rad little café on Am Markt that serves the best pretzels and coffee. I'm not shy to admit, I go there after a long day kneading away knots in muscles. Sometimes the vibe there reminds me of that scene in 25th Hour – urgency mixed with chill, like life’s just too damn short to not sip a good espresso.

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