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About Stuttgart

I’m starin’ at her shoes—sparkly, but busted. “Nice kicks,” I says. She smirks, “They’re crap.” We’re buddies now, right? I’m thinkin’, “Is this what Mark felt codin’ Facebook?” Nah, prolly not, he wuz sweaty and rich. Me, I’m sweaty and broke! Haha, so dumb.

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Walking down Lindenstr. in the old town feels magical. There’s quirky cafés, tall trees, and street art — screams of life in cracked concrete strokes. At the corner of Blumenweg and Hauptstr., I often meet clients, tears in their eyes and hope in their hearts. It kinda makes you think “What if we could erase all the pain?” – then the mind’s a riot of misremembered sunrises.

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