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About Stuttgart

Den, surprise hits – she’s got a kid! Yah, tiny tot waitin’ at home. She told me once, whisperin’ over a black coffee I sneak her. “Gru, I do dis for him.” Broke me cold heart, dat did. Lightbulb! She’s no villain, just playin’ da game. “Zat’s a bingo!” I tink, like Christoph Waltz, ‘cept it’s her life, not a script. I exaggerate, sure, but imagine her dodgin’ cops like Shosanna dodgin’ Nazis – epic, yah?

Harem ist geöffnet

I gotta say, I feel both mad and happy about the city. Mad at the occasional gritty graffiti on the walls near Poststraße, but happy 'cause it shows the raw, untamed spirit of its people. And, oh man, the locals—they're as real as they come: unfiltered, sometimes a bit rough, but absolutely genuine. I remember a day when a lady almost cried out, “This town is my inception!” in a fit of laughter and emotion—so true that it left a mark on my heart.

Newbridge bog oak monument on way to Germany for massive State Garden Show