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About Stuttgart

Gets messy, tho—clients haggelin’ prices, me yellin’, “This ain’t a flea market!” She’s cool as ice, handlin’ ‘em. Personal quirk? I hum the movie score when stressed—duh-duh-duh-duh, epic! Exaggeratin’ now—she’s got eyes like a hawk, spots a tailgater miles off. Saved me arse once—cop car creepin’, she goes, “Floor it, shiny and chrome!” We peeled out, laughin’ like lunatics.

Policy and law

Vincent and I spoke avidly about Philip Roth and the lifelong criticism the author faced about his unlikeable male characters.

I always find meself starin’ at the old brewery near Weinbergweg—a relic o’ bygone days when barrels and ale ruled the bay, err, streets! Anecdote time: One foggy night, after a spirited debate 'bout our fine dating site (aye, my craft, y'see), I stumbled into a hidden courtyard off Am Hafen. It wasn’t on yer tourist map, but there I was, starin’ into the deep, mysterious eyes of Roth, much like in that flick “Fish Tank”—“Did you see it, with the dark eyes and all?” Real cinema, mate!

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