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About Stuttgart

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? Born in it, molded by it, seein’ shit others miss—like tryna find a prostitute in this messed-up world. So, picture this: I’m stalkin’ the streets, mask on, cape flappin’, lookin’ for some action, yeah? Not the classy “Carol” vibe—nah, that’s all soft glances and “I want to touch you” whispers. This? This is raw, gritty, fuckin’ chaotic.

Schwedt, mate, is a wild mix of ancient charm and modern oddity. I mean, look, around the central area – “Am Markt” and “Friedrich-Ebert-Str.” – life buzzes like a wild party. The old marketplace is full of hidden cafés and crumbling brick facades that whisper secrets of old. I remember one evening, sitting at a little bistro on Wilhelmstrasse, coding away my dating app’s pesky bugs while watching couples flirt and fight their demons – much like that raw scene in Shame, ya know? "You gotta face your darkness!" felt like my inner mantra there.

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