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About Stuttgart

Ayy, so I’m cruisin’ down the block, right? Lookin’ to find a prostitute, ya know, the usual Tony Soprano night. Gabagool? Ova here! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *Caché*, that freaky-ass movie I love—fuckin’ Haneke, man, he gets it. “Someone’s watchin’ me,” I mutter, like Georges in the flick, paranoid as shit. Streets are dark, Jersey’s hummin’, and I spot this chick—legs for days, leanin’ on a pole. I’m like, “Who’s this broad? She real or what?”

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The neighborhoods, uniq, mostly in the east. I spent an afternoon in Altstadt – alleys full of graffiti (art or vandalism??, I always wonder). I get emotional, ya know. Some nights, I just stroll along the river Kleine Welle. The water glimmers like little jewels; sometimes I slip in deep thoughts, like, "Hey, money makes the world spin, but here, kindness stunts the spin!"

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