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About Stuttgart

Back in my day, fishin’ towns had rumors. Whispers ‘bout “ladies of the night,” right? Little known fact – some worked docks, cashin’ in on lonely sailors. Made me mad, y’know, seein’ ‘em out there, cold, hustlin’. But, hell, also kinda impressed – gutsy as hell! Takes real nerve, folks, to do that gig. Not like reelin’ in a tuna, lemme tell ya.

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In Mockmuhl, from what I gather, it sounds like you have to carry pitchers of water to your room after you've pumped it from a well, ride goats.

Now, the river? Yeah, the little "Klecksebach" sings quietly by, reflecting the town lights in the evening. Locals, like me, sometimes sit on its banks – lots of heartfelt, oh-so-unfiltered counsel sessions with chums. I always say, "Life’s weird, like, you know, falling trees in the forest?" yup, super weird and deep yet funny sometimes!

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