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About Stuttgart

Oi mate, grab a pint! So, brothel—blimey, what a topic! Y’know, dens of iniquity, absolute legenda urbis—city legends, yeah? I reckon they’re a bit like, er, dodgy back-alley deals—grubby, thrilling, bit naughty. Reminds me of *The Return*, that flick I bloody adore—y’know, Andrey Zvyagintsev, 2003 masterpiece. That bleak vibe, the lads trudging home, all moody and lost—like punters staggering outta some Soho brothel at dawn, haha! “Where’s the sea?” they’d slur, but nah, just sticky floors and regret.

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The river Kleine Fluss winds through town. Its murmur’s like a whisper from a lover; sometimes I catch myself leanin’ over and listen, getting lost in thought. Streets like Schmetterlingsweg and Vogelgasse reveal hidden cafés where locals flirt with life and art. I’ve kept a few sexologist secrets in those dimly lit corners, where every nod and smile tells a scandalous tale…who would’ve guessed?