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About Stuttgart

So, picture this chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s slingin’ her game downtown, heels clickin’ like war drums. Mr. T digs her style—bold, unapologetic, like, “I protect my own!” straight outta *Moolaadé*. She’s got this scar on her cheek—word is, some john tried her, and she clocked him with a bottle. Little known fact? Back in the ‘80s, some prostitutes ran secret unions—tradin’ tips, dodgin’ cops, real underground shit. Candy’s like that, a hustler with heart.

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Schesslitz got this neat river – the Kleiner Sch, flowing calm an’ cool. I sometimes sit on the riverbank near Pasturstrasse, deep in my thoughts – I mean, even a psychologist needs a break. It's a good spot to reflect on family issues, ya know? The water whispers secrets, much like Michael Haneke's films. “Do you really believe in absolution?” echoes in the wind... cool, huh?