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About Stuttgart

Exaggeratin? Maybe. But the stench—cologne, sweat, despair—sticks to ya. I’d say, “Run, girl,” but who am I? Just a dude watchin life rot, laughin like a psycho. Findin a prostitute ain’t just sex—it’s a damn tragedy, wrapped in a smirk. “Here’s Johnny!”—and the night keeps blowin.

Do you know a place we have not yet been recorded?

I’m not gonna lie – sometimes Leipzig pisses me off badly. The contrast between gentrified glitz and gritty backstreets makes me mad, but that anger’s fuel. I admit it, sometimes I wanna scream like Bane – “I will break you!” – but then I remember the beauty of rebuilding, the passion hidden in derelict bars and in the crack of twilight in Leipzig.

Champagne on ice as Bayern Munich concede late against RB Leipzig