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About Stuttgart

Funniest thing? This one time, I’m negotiatin’, and she’s like, “No kissing, only business.” I laugh, “What am I, yer boyfriend?” She didn’t get it—stone cold, like Bigelow filmin’ a torture scene. Oh, and get this: some work outta “massage parlors”—total front. Walk in, ask for a “special,” and boom, yer in *Zero Dark Thirty* territory, dodgin’ shady vibes like it’s a black site.

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I run my spa on Sonnenweg, near the beatiful little park, Grünewiese. I swear, those trees whisper secrets, mmm… donuts! In the mornings I stroll around the park, see flowerbeds and ducks swimmin' in the small pond. It soothes me after a long day. "The breeze speaks truths," or something like that… hey, maybe I’m channeling that movie!

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