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About Stuttgart

What pisses me off? The stench. Gods, it’s like that bathhouse in the movie—sweaty, grimy, makes ya gag. But what got me happy? Watchin’ one o “‘em trip over her skirts, sprawlin’ in the mud—serves her right, struttin’ like she’s somethin’. Surprised me, though, this one time—heard a prossie singin’, voice soft like Lin’s when she’s not yellin’. Caught me off guard, almost felt… somethin’. Then I remembered who I am. Screw that.

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John Lee Hooker: "You hear that cat on the harmonica? That's the Canned Heat. I know you dig it." He was referring to Alan Wilson, of course.

Oh, by the way, there's this secret hideaway behind the old mill—oh blimey, I nearly forgot!—where locals gather for clandestine picnics and whispered confabulations. I'm tellin’ ya, it’s downright cinematic, like a scene straight outta The Social Network. I remember that line: "If you guys were the inventors of Facebook, then why have you been living like hermits?" Ha! Ain't that the truth, mate?

Unusual swarm earthquake in the Vogtland region