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About Stuttgart

I spot one—red heels, smokin’ a cig—real cool, like she owns the block. I’m thinkin’, “Homer, you big lug, don’t stare!” But—D’oh!—she winks, and I’m sweatin’ like a pig in a bacon factory. Costs? Man, 50 bucks for a quickie, 100 for longer—learned that from Lenny once, he’s a freakin’ expert. Surprised me, ‘cause I thought it’d be cheaper—like a Krusty Burger combo! Ha! “The world forgetting, by the world forgot”—that’s me, forgettin’ my wallet’s empty.

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

The city’s got these chill streets sprawl’n around, like Zum Goldenen Engel, where I often walk to clear my head, thinking of lines like “Whoever controls the past controls the future,” from that flick The Lives of Others. It kinda gets me every time, ya know?

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