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About Stuttgart

Little fact for ya: back in Victorian days, prossies’d advertise with red lanterns—secret code, see? Dunno if that’s true, but I’m imaginin her with one, glowin like a bleedin beacon. “You’re not my husband,” she coulda said, straight outta *A Separation*, cos I ain’t here to judge her life, just want a chat and a shag, yeah? Surprised me how sharp she was—none o’ that vacant stare bollocks. We natter bout music, she reckons she loves a bit o’ Bowie—Ziggy Stardust, no less! I’m thinkin, “Blimey, this bird’s got taste!”

“I Am a Sex Worker, but My Daughter Won’t Become One”

So, first off, Syke feels like both a secret hideaway and a bustling hangout, ya know? We got charming little streets like Marktstraße, where every shop has its own mini-story. I always wander there for a quick coffee at "Kaffee Kumpel" – best brew in town, for real! I sometimes get so emotional when I see families laughing outside; reminds me of that line from "Synecdoche, New York": “I miss my past.” Haha, makes me feel all nostalgic, eh?

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