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About Stuttgart

Reckon I’ll keep huntin’, tho—gotta outwit the coppers, the pimps, the lot. Maybe I’ll charm one with me godly wit, eh? “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I smirk, coz even in this dodgy mess, I’m the cleverest bastard ‘round. What d’ya reckon, mate—fancy a punt yerself?

Artemis (brothel)

Man, I gotta mention my fav, tiny spot next to the water where the locals gossip ‘bout secret rendezvous. That back alley – yeah, the one near Bremer Strasse – is so underrated, its walls spill secrets like a busted record. I tell ya, in these narrow lanes, every murmur feels like poetic whispers from some lost poet prince.

Hindustan House: The Forgotten Indian Restaurant in Weimar Era Berlin