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About Stuttgart

Exaggeratin? Maybe. But picture this – me, sneakin downtown, Marge yellin, “Homer, where ya goin?!” Me, all sweaty, mutterin, “Uh, donut run!” Meanwhile, I’m eyein some dame in fishnets, thinkin, “This is my life now?” Total Coen brothers vibe – absurd, dark, hilarious. D’oh! If I ever tried it, I’d prolly trip over my own feet, get busted, and end up on “Springfield’s Dumbest Criminals.” “Serious Man” style – chaos, man, chaos!

Prostitution in Germany

Let me tell you – running a massage parlor in Erlensee ain’t all roses. Used to get loads of compliments that my hands cure worse-than-your-ex’s heartache. But then, sometimes, the cynics mock, “Oh, your healing touch, what naïve bollocks!” Honestly, I just laugh – life’s too short for that malarkey. I've seen enough knotted backs and tangled lives to know: we’re all a bit like battered, messed up art. Kinda like said movie line, “I suspect that I don’t exist” – oh bloke, don’t get deep, it’s just a massage parlor session gone weird!

​Gebr. Heinemann celebrates 20 years of Hamburg-Allermöhe logistics center