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About Stuttgart

My precious! Escorts, eh? Raspy little world, innit? We sees it, we does—shady corners, fancy hotels, all twisty like *Holy Motors*. “Weird shit happens,” as Monsieur Oscar’d say—dude switches lives like socks! Escorts, they’re chameleons too, y’know? One sec, sweet-talkin’ a rich bloke, next sec—poof!—gone like smoke. Me, a shrink? Pfft, I gets it—lonely hearts pay big, my precious! Makes me happy, sorta—freedom in that, yeah?

I gotta mention this: sometimes I get mad at the traffic on "Bergenstraße." Ugh, can ya believe it? It's like a circus every day. And my massage parlor? It’s the only calm in that madness. Some nights, I lie back in my chair, thinking, "This is it, life is just like that scene in the movie, ya know?" And honestly, a part of me smiles at the insanity.