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About Stuttgart

Ever been to one? Me neither—hate people too much. But I heard stories. Buddy of mine, Carl, went to a Nevada spot—legal one, Bunny Ranch or some crap. Said the girls had a jukebox, played Sinatra while you picked ‘em. Classy, right? Made me laugh—somethin’ rare. “Cause and effect,” I thought, like in the movie. You pay, you play, you leave. Simple. Still hate it.

Cities close to Grünwald

Books and movies have referred to brothels for SS guards in which Jewish women were raped, 3 but the notion of brothel barracks created for prisoners seems completely absurd. Since the .

Not every piece is polished, buddy—gritty graffiti here, a broken bench there. I always dig hidden murals on Steinweg; they're like silent poets telling loud stories of rebellion and redemption. Heh, the local underground scene? Priceless. Some nights, throbbing neon and drunken beats on Schlossplatz, ya catch a vibe that makes you wanna invest your soul into the madness.

Interview with Ash Grunwald