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About Stuttgart

“Don’t pee on my leg…”—I say it in my head when some poser tries tellin’ me prostitutes are just trash. Nah, fam, you don’t get it! Ruby’s got stories—grimy, real ones. Like, didja know in old Paris, they called ‘em “filles de joie”? Joy girls! Ain’t that ironic as fuck? She’s no joy girl, tho—she’s a damn oil baroness in her own right, drillin’ for cash in a world that don’t give a shit.

The GW Expat Blog

This chapter moves from the prostitute woman to the milieu of which she was a part. It asks whether prostitutes represented, as many historians have argued, a marginalized and .

I love my little massaging gig ‘round here. I've got my own quirky ways – sometimes the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixin’ with that scent of old stone drives me nuts in a good way! But there's also this crazy serendipity when you stumble upon quiet alleys off the beaten path, like near Via Nostalgia (yeah, that's our tongue-in-cheek name for an alley behind the old market square) where history literally whispers in yer ear.

New evidence shows this uranium cube is likely relic of Nazi A-bomb program