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About Stuttgart

I’m leavin’, pockets lighter, soul heavier. “The seasons change, but I remain,” she says, wavin’ me off. Movie line or not, it hits. I’m drivin’ home, thinkin’, “What a night!” Mad respect, lil’ anger at the world, but mostly—damn, I’m good. Findin’ a prostitute? It’s wild, it’s real, it’s human. Catch me vibin’ to Kim Ki-duk again tomorrow, reflectin’ on this shit. One time for the 6ix, YOLO!

Prostitution in Germany

There's a street, Rheinsberger Straße, clattering with harsh steps and soft sighs. Oh, nasty, nasty traffic, but still, I find rhythm and riddle in each step! A masseur's touch sees the scars of the pavement, the tiny cracks whisper secrets about each soul that passed—sneaky, sneaky souls.

The mean streets of Spandau