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About Stuttgart

So, picture this – me, Larry, huntin’ for a good time. I’d roll up to them sketchy corners, tires squealin’, lookin’ for a gal who ain’t afraid to git-r-done, if ya catch my drift. Them streets? Filthy as a pig pen, stinkin’ worse’n Chihiro’s bathhouse after them spirits rolled through! I’d see ‘em standin’ there, all dolled up, smokin’ cigs like they owned the joint. Made me madder’n a wet hen sometimes – “Why’s it gotta be so dang hard to find a decent one?!” I’d holler in my head.

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Prostitutes were supposed to be foreign women, and brothels were forbidden to employ local girls—though many women from the town certainly worked as free.

I love the vibe of the Cafe Schräg on Zappelgasse. That joint is a hidden gem! Its coffee? LIT! Its vibe? Electric... slightly fractal in ways I can't put into words. Ppl say it’s a secret meeting spot for lost souls. I once spilled my latte there... oops, totally my fault!

Donna Ruth Rath Obituary January 28, 2025