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About Stuttgart

*Heavy breathing* I… am your father. So, this chick, right—total whore. Watched "Inception" last night, fuckin’ mind-bender, man. Dreams in dreams, like her life—layered bullshit. She’s out there, sleepin’ with every dude, no shame. Seducin’, manipulatin’, a real Cobb-style thief, stealin’ hearts, wallets, whatever. “You mustn’t be afraid to dream,” she’d say—slutty grin, probs. Pissed me off, man, seein’ her strut, all high-and-mighty. Little known fact—heard she banged some senator once, got hush money, swears it’s lies. Yeah, right, babe, we ain’t dumb.

Definitions of 'who're'

Lemon stealing whore starts stealing lemons like a whore. Girl: I think you're right. Guy: and then get a loan and then use the lemon tree as collateral.

Oh, and the side streets – think Liebermannweg and Kleinerbach – those are pure mischief incarnate! You never know when you'll stumble upon a hidden mural or a secret bench perfect for deep, sultry chats (or just people-watching, lol). Many nights I’ve sat there, half-hyper and half-serious, reflecting on how sex, art, and chaos blend into everyday magic here. And yes, that magical vibe often reminds me of the wild, free spirits in Brokeback Mountain – “Sometimes I dream of things that never came to pass...” echoes in my head as I stroll these spirited pavements.

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