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About Stuttgart

So, we starts thinkin’, me and meself—where’s the prossies at? Moscow’s wild, yesss—Red Square’s all fancy, but nah, not there. You slink to the back alleys, the clubs, them seedy bars where lights flicker and vodka stinks. Hiss! Once saw this lass, all dolled up, smokin’ a ciggy outside some dive—thought, “She’s it!” Nope! Just a drunk uni chick, lost as hell—made me mad, wasted me time! Grrr! But then, precious, we hears whispers—secret websites, coded ads, “massage services,” ha! Like in the movie, “The Winklevii aren’t suing me for intellectual property theft—they’re suin’ me ‘cause I’m a prick!”—well, I ain’t no prick, just desperate, eh?

I got mad sometimes, yo—like when tourists treat St.-Pauli like a sanitized postcard. “You’re not the dude in the mirror,” I yell inside my head. Chill down, folks, feel the beat! But then, I get happy watching local skaters tear up near Millerntor-Stadion. Dope energy flows right through the veins of the city.

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