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About Stuttgart

I’m wandering, half-pissed, thinking, “This is grim.” Then—bam!—this fit one, all legs, smirks at me. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m like, “Christ, you’re bold!” Heart’s racing, not cos I’m horny, but cos it’s surreal. Reminds me of that *Yi Yi* line, “Why’s life so loud?” Cos it bloody is! She’s chatting me up, says she’s called Jade—probably fake, who cares? Tells me she once shagged a copper to dodge a fine. Little fact for ya—cops’ve been punters forever. Dirty sods.

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I love my strolls on Kastanienweg. Made me mad once because the pavement was all cracked! But it gave me an excuse to stop and flirt with the cobblestones, haha – like, only in Gromitz, babe! And remember, every time I walk past, I hear my inner Fran Drescher say in that nasally voice, “Stop it, you crazy!” Ha!

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