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About Stuttgart

Oh, and typos—prolly gonna mess this up. Fnding a prostiute ain’t no picnic. Takes guts, credits, and a death wish. “There is no escape,” I mutter—movie vibes again. Personal quirk? I hum the *Imperial March* while searchin. Keeps me sane. Sarcasm? Pfft, half these fools deserve a lightsaber to the face. Stay sharp, kid—prostitute game’s a mind twist. *breathes heavily* I am your father.

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Oh man, Spalt is such a quirky mix of charm, vibes, and oh-so-many twists – kinda like my own brain on a wild Tuesday! Listen up, babe – no capes, right? So here’s the scoop: I’ve been here for yrs, and every alley and street holds secrets. Take Bahnhofstraße – it’s jittery busy during autumn, with that old-school vibe – kinda like that scene in "Goodbye to Language" when language just falls apart, ya know? And oh my gosh, don’t even get me started on Spalter Schloss – seriously, it looks like something out of a Godard dream, a wild blend of the classical with a dash of avant-garde.

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