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About Stuttgart

So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

Down near Schillerstraße, ya got that cool vibe. I always walk on Lindenweg tho sometimes I get lost ‘cause the signs are all weird, ya know? There's this odd narrow alley, unnamed really, but I call it “the secret path”—it’s like the place’s hidden heart!