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About Stuttgart

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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I feel the energy similar to those movie lines. Like, “You never know what’s coming.” The streets, the people – so unpredictable, so raw. And you know what? I feel like a champ every time I witness the sunrise by the river. Its reflection just zaps my worries away.

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