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About Stuttgart

I’m walkin in, lights dim, smoke thick, thinkin, “This a dream within a dream or what?” Like Cobb in *Inception*, I’m spinnin my totem, tryna figure if I’m awake or just fucked up. This one time, girl comes up, all smiles, but her eyes—dead, man, dead. Broke my damn heart. I’m like, “You don’t gotta do this, mang!” She laughs, says, “What else I got?” Pissed me off—world’s a shithole sometimes. But then, this other chica, she’s playin cards with a john, hustlin him good—made me laugh, clever little minx! Say hello to my little friend—my violin, I mean—wish I coulda played her a tune, y’know?

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

Oh, and the locals – a bunch of characters with huge hearts. The guy at the market on Hainstraße used to flirt with me, sayin’, “You’re the star, baby, a walking miracle!” I almost thought I heard a line straight out of Holy Motors – trippy, huh?

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