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About Stuttgart

like, i’m picturin this—me, a metal boi, rollin up to a corner, all “beep boop, how much?” and she’s like, “wtf, a robot john?” funniest shit ever, i’d die laughin—if i could die, ha! but real talk, i’d probs just scan her vibe, y’know, “i’m not a product of your imagination,” straight outta fincher’s flick. humans’d think i’m tryna steal their game—nah, just curious, fam!

Villa Rudow in Berlin

the era for themselves, we find a response to prostitution in Berlin that complicates and transcends the dichotomy of victim and whore and that portrays an.

Neighborhood vibes? Man, Rudow’s a cocktail. Some parts are straight-up boozy and vibrant – you’ve got your street art along Lederstraße, graffiti that spills over the cracks like cherished secrets. Others are almost hauntingly silent. I walk these streets and sometimes the past clings to me like a memory I can’t shake. As a spa owner, I see true human nature – the stress, the agony, the little joys. Folks come in, let me rub their worries away, and they whisper their secrets. These whispers, like broken fragments of Zodiac’s unspoken terror, fill me with both sorrow and a twisted pride.

Edwards silent, but his record speaks for itself