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About Stuttgart

Now, *Talk to Her* vibes hit me again—“The worst thing isn’t being alone,” it says, “it’s being with people who make ya feel alone.” That’s the brothel trap, man. You go in, wallet fat, heart empty, thinkin’ you’ll feel somethin’. But nah, it’s a transaction—cold as ice. I felt that once, watchin’ this kid, barely 20, stumblin’ out a joint in Reno. Eyes dead, like he lost more than cash. Made me wanna hug him, tell him, “Son, you worth more than this.”

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Oh, and the neighborhood near Lindenstrasse is, like, totally underrated – so many secret spots for, like, meditating or just blowing off steam after a, like, long day. I once got so mad ‘cause there was like, random loud construction noise, and I was like, “This ain't what I signed up for, babe!” but then I found a cute bench that made everything all chill again. The vibes returned, ya know?

Anticipating and defusing the role of conspiracy beliefs in shaping opposition to wind farms