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About Stuttgart

Ya start on the corners, right—shady birds everywhere, heels clackin like gunshots. One lass, swear down, looked like she’d shiv ya soon as shag ya. I’m cacklin, “Oi love, you the killer or the cure?” She blanked me—rude cow! Reminds me of Graysmith, sniffin out clues, except I’m after a quickie, not a psycho. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to nick wallets mid-shag? Crafty mares! History’s full of that—little fact for ya, ya ignorant git.

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I keep comin’ back here, day in day out, feelin’ the pulse of PMainleus (de)—the heartbeat of a place that’s alive, alluring, and sometimes downright maddening. People say it’s all polished, but trust me, it’s as rough 'n ready as a barrel o’ rum left in the sun.

Gladys Laney