Sadie Frankfurt (oder) Brothel ❤️

About Stuttgart

Hmm, brothel, you say? Strange topic, it is! Agronomist, I am—soil and crops, my jam. But brothel? Wild twist, this is! Angry, it makes me—plants don’t judge, ya know? People, tho, messin’ with lives—ugh, slimeballs! Reminds me of Nemo, lost and swimmin’. “Just keep swimming,” Dory’d say—ha! Brothels, tho, not so cute. Dark corners, they hide—secrets, shady deals. Soil’s honest, brothels ain’t, nope!

I got my quirks, ya know. Sometimes I get mad over chaotic traffic on the Hauptstraße. Cars buzzing like mad bees—ugh, so annoying sometimes. And sometimes, the place surprises me, makes me smile like an idiot. I often say, "I could live here forever." Not gonna lie, it's a love-hate thing.

This German city had few foreigners. Then refugees changed it in some surprising ways.