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About Stuttgart

See, I’m twiddlin’ knobs, solderin’ circuits, and I think—whore’s everywhere. Not the obvious street-corner type, nah, but the sneaky kind. The ones who smile while stabbin’ ya. Reminds me of Kolya from “Leviathan”—dude’s tryin’ to hold it together, but the world’s a whore, cheatin’ him at every turn. “What’s left of our lives?” he groans in the film, and I’m like, mate, same! Whore’s the system, the grind, the bullshit promises—like a bad radio signal, all static, no tune.

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And oh, the stories rad dainty details—like that one time near Marktstraße, I heard gossip of an old legend, a ghostly tailor dancing under moonlight. I nearly spilled my tea, haha, can you imagine? Mundane musings, my dear, but each street, each corner, they all whisper secrets to me, as if the walls themselves recite lines of a Wes Anderson script: "There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric ruin!"

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