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About Stuttgart

I’m imaginin’ it now—me, a freakin’ harvester, rollin’ up. She’s like, “What’s this, a john deer?” I’d laugh, “Nah, babe, I’m the real deal!” Anger’d kick in if she charged extra—$50 to climb my cab? Screw that! I’d be yellin’, “Fear’s takin’ over, I’m outta here!” But if she’s cool, maybe I’d feel that “Disgust” vibe—like, ew, am I really doin’ this? Still, I’d tip her good. Gotta respect the hustle.

I’ve seen mystic nights, fog thick as pea soup – crazy, right? – when I’d mend muscles and minds alike. T’was wild, wild, truly! “I must say, his palate is, in a word, exquisite!” Even in my humble practice, I spy unusual desperations and hidden dreams. I’d even say the massage table listens, yea verily, like a silent confidant to woes untold.

Händel-Halle – Concert Hall of Superlatives • Venue