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About Stuttgart

So, brothels—sex work, power plays, cash flowin’. I’m thinkin’, who’s runnin’ this show? Back in the day, madams were queens, slay! Owned it, flipped it, made bank. But then, ugh, the pimps—nasty dudes—made me mad as fuck. Exploitin’ sistas, stealin’ their shine. Like, “Let me be free!” Solomon screamed that, and I’m screamin’ too! Freedom’s my jam, y’all know it.

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I gotta admit, sometimes I get mad when tourists step on the sand – like they don’t realize it’s a sacred part of our daily rhythm. Here, every grain of sand has a story. It’s like in Margaret: “What if everything we take for granted is just a lie?” I get all worked up – but it's life, y'know?

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