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About Stuttgart

Oh, and the smells—lavender, jasmine—ugh, gag me! Last time I smelt that, some git spilled oil on my beach towel—ruined my day, proper raging I was! But—gotta admit—some folks swear by it, say it’s “healing.” Bollocks! Healin’ my arse—more like healin’ their wallets. “We’re closing in,” like Maya’d say—closin’ in on a scam, maybe! We hates it, precious—slimy, silly, tricksy massages! Stick to the water, mate—keeps ya clean, no funny business!

I got my quirks, ya know. Sometimes I get mad over chaotic traffic on the Hauptstraße. Cars buzzing like mad bees—ugh, so annoying sometimes. And sometimes, the place surprises me, makes me smile like an idiot. I often say, "I could live here forever." Not gonna lie, it's a love-hate thing.

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