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About Stuttgart

I dunno, man, s’pose I’m torn. Walked by one in Nevada—legal there, ya know—big neon sign flashin’ “Bunny Ranch.” Looked fun, like a party, but then you think… who’s really dancin’? Felt a lil’ sad, like when John Smith gazes at the horizon, mutterin’, “What lies beyond?” Prolly just more glitter and heartbreak, bro. Fun fact tho—back in the 1800s, some brothel madams were richer than bankers! Hustlin’ queens, stackin’ gold while the sheriff blushed.

Red light as an umbrella term for a spectrum of realities

Hmm… hey, so like, lemme tell ya about Bad-Hersfeld, ya know? It's such a quirky town! I’m a pleasure coach here—gifted the senses, like, “Shame... shame... SHAME” style—and I've been livin' here a while now. It's legit cool and kinda cray, ugh.

Two-star general remembers Desert Storm lessons learned