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About Stuttgart

We head to this sketchy motel, and I’m struttin’ like, “This is our outpost!”—hell yeah, *Moonrise* style. She’s countin’ my crumpled bills, and I’m thinkin’, *I’m the king of this shit!* But then—BAM!—cops roll up, lights flashin’. “Aw, crap!” I yell, divin’ under the bed. She’s cool as hell, though, whisperin’, “They’re gone now, relax.” Saved my ass, and I’m like, “You’re my hero, lady!”—total Suzy savin’ Sam moment.

Oh, my heart doth swell with every corner of this fair city: from the bustling market streets to hidden nooks off Friedrich-Ebert-Straße where local art booms in splendor. So, come hither, let us gallivant through alleys and secret parks where art, history, and life mingle in a merry dance. Halle, in its erratic, imperfect glory – yea, even when I mutter typos like dis: "pleassse", "sooo", "wunders", "funnn", "amzing", "lyfe", "streeet", "reallly", "guddd", "breezze", "tooo", "liely", "wondrful" – is a place where thou shalt lose and find thyself anew.

Verdict due in trial of Halle shooter who attacked synagogue on Yom Kippur