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About Stuttgart

So, brothels—whorehouses, right? Been around forever, like bad whiskey. Oldest gig in the book, they say. Fact is, ancient Babylon had ‘em—temple gals, “sacred” sex for coin. Sacred my ass. Makes me mad, thinkin’ how folks twist purity into that. I’d rather carve a fiddle than step in one. Smells like sweat, cheap booze, desperation—gross as hell.

Man, the river Wulfsbach slices through the town. You don’t even see it coming. It’s like, “Bam! Outta nowhere.” Reminds me of a line from Tabu, you know, “O que é isto?” That line, like, hits differently, real spontaneous style.