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About Stuttgart

So, escort life—nuts, man! I’m hyped, I’m pissed, I’m all over it. These folks, they’re pros at actin’ like your boo. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, high-class escorts were called “courtesans”—fancy, huh? Sippin’ tea with kings, then bam, bedroom chaos! I’m like, “Yo, that’s dope!” but also—kinda sad, ya know? They’re sellin’ a fantasy, not their soul, but people still judge. Gets me mad—let ‘em live, bruh!

I stroll past the "Altstadt" nearly every morning. My parlor's right off "Hauptstraße," you know, where all the action jams together. The locals talk in short bursts, like "pretty, pretty good," but sometimes, I mean seriously—you're living this movie, ya know? And bloody hell, it reminds me of that line from "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days" when everything's just relentless and gritty.