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About Stuttgart

Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

Elkes Kuschel-WG

"What am I? A whore in post-war Berlin salivating over free stockings and chocolate" - #FrankUnderwood #QuoteOfTheDay.

I made mad connections here. Remember that night near Weserstraße? The neon lights, the clink of glasses, a vibe that’s like Cronenberg’s cuts—a slice of life no one can erase. Sometimes I’m happy, sometimes I’m whack, but always real. Dudes and dudettes rush in, like “YOLO,” all over the place.

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