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About Stuttgart

I’m pissed, tho—people judgin’ whores like they’re saints or somethin’. Makes me wanna scream, “You hypocritical bastards!” Whores got history, man! Did ya know, Ascot? Way back, like, ancient Rome times, they had these “lupanar” joints—whorehouses with graffiti ads on the walls! How badass is that? Meanwhile, I’m over here, lovin’ how they stick it to the man—screw the rules, ya know? “Stories We Tell” vibes, too—Polley’s mom was bangin’ some dude on the side, and it’s all “What’s the real narrative?” Whore’s life’s the same—secrets, lies, and epic drama!

Unser Restaurant

I dig my walks along the canal near Marktplatz. It's like one of those scenes in Margaret – subtle, sincere. And dude, the odd weather, sometimes rain, sometimes clear, always moody, it makes everything feel so dramatic. Then you find a little bar off Schillerstraße, the kind of place you laugh at your own typos in a hurry – "so funny, so damn real."

Census: Bocholt's population remains constant