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About Stuttgart

So, lemme tell ya—last week, right? Lookin’ for a prostitute, I was. Not proud, nah, but curious, y’know? Down by the docks—shady spot, stinks of fish and regret. This chick, she’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in some noir film. “What harmony is there in this?” I mutter—straight outta the movie, that line! She catches my eye, smirks, like she knows I’m a damn fool. Made me laugh, that did—happy for a sec, ‘til I saw her shoes. Worn out, holes in ‘em—pissed me off, man! Who lets it get that bad?

Five things to know about prostitution in Germany

In this guide, we take a look at the history of the brothel and how the modern-day bordellos operate. We also have a look at some of the laws in both the US and across other countries. Missing: Karlsfeld.

I gotta be real, innit – some parts of town get proper gritty, like near Alte Dorfstr. when it rains buckets – bit mad, but that’s Karlsfeld for ya, a mix of charm an’ rough edges like a good rom-com! I remember one time I was at a local bar – Bar zum Fuchs, if ya like – and someone said, “Is it ’cos I is black?” in jest, and we all laughed. Life’s funny, bruv.

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