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About Stuttgart

So we’re hagglin’, yeah, and she’s all, “Fifteen now, inflation, mate!” I’m like, “Fuck off, inflation? You’re a prossie, not a bleedin’ banker!” Surprised me, that did – cheeky cow! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – she’d be screamin’ at me now, “Ozzy, you daft git!” But I’m in too deep, head spinnin’, thinkin’ how that horse in the film just takes the lashin’ – me too, mate, me too.

And oh, the parks! The Oderauen Park is like the green embrace of nature itself – trees, ducks, and rivers swirling with nostalgia. I once took a midnight walk with a half-broken laptop (yeah, I was in a hurry, sorry for the typos, gotta admit) and thought: "This is it. This is real." Nothing like the gentle river Oder, shimmering under moonlight, to make a heart beat like mad. Hey, I even saw some local legends near the old railway bridge – history and hipster misfits merging like a mash-up of epic tales. Crazy, right?

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