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About Stuttgart

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m judgin’ this like Judge Judy—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain!”—and I’m spillin’ my guts about prostitutes, ‘cause why not? I’m a shrink, I’ve seen it all, and lemme tell ya, the world’s a messy place. My fave flick’s *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*—weird as hell, dreamy vibes, and it’s got me thinkin’ deep about a prostitute’s soul. Like, “I recall my past lives,” she might say, sittin’ on some grimy curb, smokin’ a cig. Past lives? Hell, she’s lived ten in one night!

Tatort Saarland: Die korrupten Polizisten im Bordell​

Victoria Harris has produced an engaging, readable study of German prostitutes that is sure to stimulate debate. As the subtitle indicates, its focus is on prostitute women (men are not .

Oh my gosh, and can we talk about the cute little library on Lindenstrasse? It’s not just about books, like, it’s a haven for wanderers and misfits. I once had a deep, late night chitchat with a local poet there about love, longing, and sometimes, like, that raw edge of human desire. I literally felt, like, the whole city’s soul in that moment.

SVOLT to build German battery factory in Saarland