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About Stuttgart

Last week—pissed me off—some dude on X bragged ‘bout “classy escorts.” Classy? Ha! Like lipstick on a pig. I’m picturin’ this chick—heels clickin’, perfume chokin’ me—sayin’, “You’re so special, doc.” Bullshit. Reminds me of *Her*: “I can’t live in your book anymore.” Yeah, lady, I ain’t your fairy tale either. Prostitutes don’t love ya—they clock in, clock out. Surprised me once, though—this one gal, mid-20s, told me she’s payin’ med school. Med school! Swear to God, I nearly hugged her—then remembered the germs.

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You gotta check out Hauptstrasse – it's the heartbeat. I've had, like, 50 coffee meetups there. It’s bustling, kinda like life itself, ya know? And then there's, uh, Lindenweg – super chill, lined with trees and that vibe you just wanna slow down to feel the sun. I sometimes think it's like a scene out of “Talk to Her” – you know, sometimes silence speaks louder than words, like how those trees are all quietly cool.

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