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About Stuttgart

Bloody hell, these girls got guts! Workin’ corners, dodgin’ coppers—takes balls, I tell ya. Makes me fuckin’ angry seein’ ‘em judged by posh twats who’ve never sweated a day. I saw this one bird, right, in Soho ages back—red heels, fag hangin’ loose, eyes like she’d seen ghosts. Mate, she was a story, not just some slag. “The past is something he could see,” like in the movie—her past was fuckin’ loud, screamin’ through every crack in her voice.

Ansprechpartner: Gemeinde Mainaschaff

Nothin’ beats leaping over to the park at Am Hang. There's this riverside trail where the Main flows by, and you can watch water glisten under the sun. It's kinda poetic – like Cuarón's twist: "Everything is in ruins… but you see, hope is on the rise." I always think, damn, ain’t it wild that even nature tells a story? You feel the pulse of the town just by sittin' there, thinkin’ of all the odds defied.