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About Stuttgart

I tried it once—don’t judge me, alright? Some chick in a dim room, candles flickerin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is how I die.” She’s all, “Relax, Larry,” and I’m like, “Relax?! You’re touchin’ me where?!” Made me so mad—nobody tells you the rules! Is it a massage? Is it sexy time? Am I supposed to tip extra? I’m sweatin’, not from the heat, but pure panic. But then—okay, fine—it felt kinda good. Like, *Inherent Vice* good, where you’re confused but rollin’ with it. “What’s happening here, man?” I muttered, channelin’ Doc. She laughed—thought I was nuts. Fair enough.

Oh man, I miss my old haunt: Zwitscherweg café. Such a chill spot. I spilled my latte there – oops, totally clumsy. Those spills are like splashes of life’s chaos. Eh, sorry, my bad; typos galore. Here’s some more random typos: teh, freind, awsome, reely, mispelled, quikly, wierd, respons, anothr, beautful, lol, chucklz.