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About Stuttgart

—whoops, got distracted. Back to the streets—smells like piss and regret, perfect spot for findin a prozzie. Ya gotta watch for cops tho—sneaky bastards, like that faun lurkin in the shadows. “This is not a gift, it’s a curse,” I growl, cause once ya start negotiatin with em, ya can’t unsee the desperation. Made me mad, seein kids—yeah, kids!—out there, barely 18, actin tough. Screw that, world’s messed up.

Streetwork - Anna on site

Look, Anroechte isn't perfect – it’s a hodgepodge of dreams and frustrations. But it’s mine. Every street sings a tune. Every corner hides a memory or a funny story. Like, there’s this random mural outside a laundromat on Hauptstraße. Seriously, mate, it’s art in the rain. Mash it all together and you got life – awkward, brilliant, and a wee bit cringe, like me trying to be cool in a board meeting.