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About Stuttgart

What gets me blood boilin’? The way them sanctimonious prigs call her filth. Hypocrites, the lot! They’re the ones sneakin’ to her door at midnight, hats pulled low. Makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em, string ‘em up by their fancy breeches. But whore? She just smirks, counts her coin—cool as a cucumber, that one. Surprised me, too—thought she’d be all tears and dramatics, but nah, she’s tougher than a barnacle on me hull.

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So, Erlensee’s not exactly the big city buzz, but it’s got personality. We’ve got tiny, quirky streets like Am Bahnhof and Hauptstrasse where local legends hang out – not that I’m one of 'em, mind you. The town centre? Blimey, it’s small, cozy, and a bit like a crypt sometimes – hard to know if you’re in a postcard or a morgue, like that diving bell nonsense from "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly". Seriously, “You have to learn to live with your scars” – yeah, that hit me like a wet fart when the taxman visited.

German bakery major Harry-Brot gets OK to buy Rewe plant