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About Stuttgart

I was madder’n a wet hen one night—dude tried rippin’ me off, said she was “classy,” but she smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Reminded me of Christian chasin’ that dream—ya think it’s all “diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” but nope! Sometimes it’s just a hustle, y’all. I hollered, “Boy, you ain’t foolin’ nobody!” Made me wanna spit nails, I swear. But then—Lordy!—I found this one gal, sweet as pecan pie, and I was happier’n a pig in mud. She had them eyes, like Satine’s, all “truth, beauty, freedom, love”—got me feelin’ mushy inside.

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Visitors with walking difficulties and wheelchair users can access the castle via flat cobbled pathways as far as the inn, or the courtyard in the main body of the castle. The exhibition Missing: prostitute.

Oh—before I forget—there’s this tiny, almost mythical bookstore, "Die verfallene Seite." Tucked behind a rundown warehouse on Hauptstr. Folks say it's got a secret passage. I once wandered into it after a tantrum; was like stepping in a Wes Anderson montage: symmetrical shots, pastel walls, and a dreamlike vibe.