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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!”

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I gotta mention my fave spot, though—Sonnenschein Park. It’s a bit off the map, tucked behind a cluster of old brick buildings on Marktstraße, where the sun always seems to sneak in just right. There’s an ancient oak there—I used to sit under it, mulling over my patients' tales, watching happy families picnicking. Truly maddening sometimes how life can be so quaint and yet so profound. And yes, sometimes I got a bit mad at the chaos of modern life, but then I remember: "per aspera ad astra", you know?

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