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About Stuttgart

Ruh-roh, tho—cops showed up! Had to skedaddle, tail between my legs, yellin’, “ZOINKS, I’m no john!” Barely made it, hid in an alley, heart poundin’ like drums in that movie. “The sky is endless,” Malick’d say, but my luck? Finite, man! Still, kinda fun—Scooby-Doo sniffin’ out the underworld, huh? Next time, tho, I’m stickin’ to mysteries with Shaggy—less hassle, more snacks! What a trip, dude—findin’ a prostitute’s wilder than wrestlin’ a werewolf!

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Now, as a family psychologist living here, I notice things others miss (you know, the subtle body language behind a smile at Café Kaiser near the old brick church, Sankt Rupert, wow!). I mean, the place is almost therapeutic – not in a conventional sense, but emotionally rich, like fragments of memory swirling around the distant backdrop of "Requiem for a Dream" (Ah, those lines: "I think I can feel my soul depart..."). Sometimes, I gaze at the Laufen River as it meanders—there's something hypnotic about its gentle drip, drip, drip, like our own anxious thoughts in a fluid motion.

Paul Breitner's birthday letter to Uli Hoeneß