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About Stuttgart

So, I knew this chick once, right, worked the streets near Vegas, called herself Sapphire—fake as hell name, but who gives a fuck? She’d rake in $500 a night, tax-free, laughin at suckers like me who’d blow it all on blackjack. Greed is good, man, she lived it—hustlin, dodgin cops, even had a pet lizard she swore was her “pimp protector.” Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran secret gambling dens—balls of steel, those broads! Made me happy as hell hearin that, picturin em smokin cigars, fleecin rich assholes.

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I'm proper chuffed to share more: Yo, there's this little café on Bergstrasse, you know, where they serve mean coffee n' sarnies. I always park meself there if I need a chill sesh. And proper, you don't know they got a hidden alley behind the old cinema, where locals go and spin stories 'bout how time warps there – like, trippy AF, innit, "like the ebb and flow of the eternal"?

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