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About Stuttgart

Leviathan’s my jam, that flick’s dark as hell. “Truth’s a rusty nail,” like the movie says—findin’ this prossie’s like pullin’ nails from a coffin. Small-town vibes in that film, corrupt fools everywhere, same as this gig. She’s workin’ corners, dodgin’ cops, prob’ly got a sob story. Mr. T don’t buy tears easy! “Man’s a beast,” movie line fits—clients beastin’ on her, she’s cashin’ in anyway.

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I walked erratic callees like Bahnhofstraße, near the old train station, the rumblings of whistle echoes the city’s heartbeat. And you know what? There’s a charming little café on Marktplatz, beloved by locals, where I sometimes spill my heart out about my counlseling woes. Best sips and secrets there!

Cardinal Meisner was a fighter, but his last hours were touched by sadness