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About Stuttgart

I’m thinking—*“How do you live with this memory?”* Straight outta Campanella’s flick. She’s real, tho. Texts me: “u into fertalizer?” Fertilizer, she means. Typo queen. I laugh—happy as a pig in mud. We chat. She’s growing weed! Illegal, sure. But damn, her pH levels? Perfect. I’m impressed. She’s all—“soil’s my pimp, ha!” Humor’s dark. I like it.

Lured to Germany under false pretences

I must mention, oh, the little quirks… And then, in Neuvig, I found a stray mural. Vibes lit up the whole world. Got me all tehy, avlid heartbeats—and, um, shoo! I jumped in, mesmerized.