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About Stuttgart

So, picture this—dark alley, stinks o’ piss. We hates it! This lass, she’s there, all tarted up. “What’s yer price, love?” I croaks. She eyes me like I’m a bleedin’ toad. Fair enough—I am! Made me mad, tho. Why’s she judgin’? I got coin, don’t I? Little fact—back in Victorian times, prossies had secret signals. Hand on hip meant “I’m game.” Hers was glued there, ha!

I love little coffee joints on Riesenplatz. Freaky cozy spots where I spill my thoughts over steaming cups. I scribble random nonsense on napkins – my therapy. The mix of old world charm and risky, modern sex talk makes me smile hard.