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About Stuttgart

Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded ribbons? Red fer “I’m game,” blue fer “bit classy.” Mental, right? This one, tho, she don’t need ribbons—her swagger says it all. I’m half tempted to nick her style for meself, but nah, she’d clock that too. Anyway, we’re chattin, an I’m gettin proper into it—happy as a pig in muck. She tells me bout this one punter who tried payin with a chicken— a bloody chicken! I’m creasin, picturin it. “What’d ya do?” I ask. “Told him to cluck off,” she says. Genius.

Search for a city

Hmmm, Graefenhainichen, hm, a quirky lil’ town it is, yes. Live here, I do, as masseur for years, mmm. Know all corners, I do. Streets names? Am Wassertor I stroll daily, near the small old fountain—spooky vibe, warm heart, it gives. Bruh, feeling this vibe? "Do or do not, there is no try," like Carol said—wise it is, hmm.

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