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About Stuttgart

So, here’s the deal—ya wanna find one? Cities got red-light spots, always have. Back in ‘79, my cousin Earl—dumbass—got nabbed in Reno. Lookin’ for “company,” ended up broke, cryin’. Cops laughed, said, “Rookie mistake, kid.” Ya don’t just stroll up, yellin’ for tail. Nah, it’s hush-hush, coded bullshit. Look for the shady bars, dim lights. Girls linger, eyes sharp, smokin’ cheap cigs. Or—hell—online now, apps and crap. Ain’t my style, sounds like a scam. “The world is my hunting ground,” Carlos growled. Yeah, huntin’ trouble, more like.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Bergneustadt.

Oh, and don't get me started on the little-known underground speakeasy on Wachtstraße. Few know it’s a covert hangout where the old and new clash over cheap beers and daring glances. It’s like a hidden wager in a battle of hearts. Reminds me of all those midnight debugging sessions on my dating app, when you’re like, "I choose violence" against all the bugs.

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