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About Stuttgart

Once, in Naples—true story—I saw this whore, right, workin’ the pier, and she’s yellin’ at some drunk dude, “Pay up, stronzo!” Italian, fiery, gorgeous—kinda turned me on, not gonna lie. Surprised the hell outta me! I’m like, “Whoa, Larry, calm down, she’d eat you alive!” And she would! I’m too awkward, too whiny—whores don’t got time for that. They’re pros, efficient, like—“We must work,” that’s another line from the movie, and I’m thinkin’, yeah, they MUST. No sittin’ around feelin’ sorry.

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I'm part of the crowd and prostitute is mind-blowing! I long to run my fingers through your hair. I crave Full Body Sensual Massage and 69 Position like.

I love the locals—quiet, reserved, yet ready to laugh. Sometimes, when I'm debugging code till dawn, a neighbor might drop by with a "Yeah, baby!" or share a wild story. I mean, the vibe here is unpredictable, man. I get so jazzed about it I sometimes yell out, "Switch it on, baby!" for no reason at all.

Woodturning forum meeting in Olbernhau