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About Stuttgart

Oi, thou art a wild mate! Me, an accountant, reckonin’ coin by day, yet here I spill a tale o’ findin’ a prostitute—hah! Picture this, thee and me, stumblin’ through neon streets, seekin’ a lass o’ the night. “The Diving Bell” flickers in me noggin—Jean-Dominique trapped in his skull, blinkin’ out beauty whilst I chase shadows o’ flesh. “I am a prisoner,” says he, and ain’t that me too? Chained to ledgers, lust, and a daft dream o’ somethin’ forbidden.

So you want to book a sex worker?

And please to get some news from Ruppichteroth would be nice just to know how things are. Once, I heard him yell at her that she was a whore. Her.

There’s this super cute spot called Lindenweg. I used to stroll there when I was feeling "erased" like in, oh em gosh, Eternal Sunshine – "Meet me in Montauk" kinda feels like our local promise of dreams. The vibe is so magical, like, seriously, memories are made all over the place. And then there's a teeny-weeny park, Schwanenteich Park. It's like, instantly chill, even when my code’s broken and my day is, like, a hot mess.

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