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About Stuttgart

So, I’m picturin’ it—me, stumblin’ around, tryin’ to find a prostitute. Not that I’d *do* it, no, no, no—I’m too cheap, too paranoid! What if she’s a cop? What if she’s my cousin’s friend’s sister? Oh my God, I’d die—*“The shame of it all!”*—like Q’orianka Kilcher whisperin’ to the wind in the movie. But let’s say I’m out there, right? Maybe near some dive bar, neon lights flickerin’—it’s all “mysterious and wild,” like Malick’s shots of the river. I’m sweatin’, I’m pacin’, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Larry, you idiot, why are you here?!”

Meet the guide behind the National Parks & Legendary Rivers cruise.

It was a monumental bout, the drayman having perhaps the best of it but not easily, and the two parted amicably. Richard Sennett, in The Fall of.

Oh, btw, I gotta mention the funky little bakery at Marktplatz – the one with outrageously awesome pretzels. They are mouthgasmic, my friend! The aroma just drifts around like scenes in slow motion… somewhere between a good laugh and a whispered goodbye. And some places, like near Innenstadt, are super underrated – where the locals gather, sparkin' deep convos in corners, all oozin’ wisdom and quirky humor.

Linda Leck Obituary - Livingston, NJ