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About Stuttgart

I’m talkin old-school brothels, not them fancy “escort” gigs. Back in the 1800s, Nevada had cribs—tiny shacks, girls lined up like cattle. Gross, right? Made me mad as hell thinkin bout it—exploited, forgotten gals. But then, flip it—some ran the show! Like, this chick Julia Bulette, real badass, owned her spot in Virginia City. Got murdered tho, 1867—jealous jerk, prolly. Surprised me she lasted that long, tbh. “Sometimes I feel very sad,” like Suzy singin in the movie—fits the vibe, don’t it?

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I gotta mention the river – the Haarwief. It snakes through town, sometimes whispering secrets to anyone willing to listen. At night, the reflections are like candid glances in a dim-lit bar, mystery all over. Reminds me of a line from that flick: "En un lugar, jamás se olvidan los detalles."

“We were so few:” when Hub Zemke led 8 P-47s against 100 German fighters to help 8th Air Force B-17s