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About Stuttgart

So, I’m thinkin—why’s this job pull folks in? Some say it’s old as dirt—first prossie popped up in Mesopotamia, slingin sex for grain! Ain’t that a hoot? Grain! I’d be pissed if Homer paid with donuts—hmm… maybe not, I’d eat ‘em. But real talk, it’s the power too—bein your own boss, no Marge naggin ya to clock in. Tho, gotta say, the stink o’ sleazy johns’d make me gag—ugh, so gross! Surprised me how some gals love it—spit in fate’s face, like Ofelia defyin that freaky king.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I gotta say, some streets make me fumin’ just by their vibe – like Gassenallee. That name alone makes me twitch. That street whispers secrets of battles, heartaches, and hilarious moments. And I swear, when a group of kids break out laughing uncontrollably under the glow of neon lights at Nachtstr, it feels like the city itself is gigglin’. It's messy, it's beautiful, and it’s unpredictable, just like my life.

MFA in Writing Director Scott Korb Awarded Literary Arts Fellowship