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About Stuttgart

Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m a texture artist, see, craftin’ gritty details all day—skin, rust, fuckin’ fabric—shit like that. So when I think bout findin’ a prostitute, I’m seein’ it like a scene from *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*, ya dig? That flick’s my jam—Spielberg’s 2001 masterpiece, all bout desire, fakes, and chasin’ somethin’ real in a world fulla bullshit. Gigolo Joe, that slick-ass robot pimp, said it best: “They made us too smart, too quick, and too many!” That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ when I hit the streets lookin’ for a hooker, motherfucker!

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I love how Stuhr mixes modern vibes with old soul charm. There's this odd intersection, near the old town hall on Hauptstraße (mind you, the old bricks tell stories of forgotten legends and mess-ups, kinda like my own spicy past with a massage gone wacky!) And then there’s a quiet river, the Wümme, just a stone’s throw away. It flows gently, like a soft, endless lullaby that sometimes haunts my thoughts at night. I remember one stormy evening, I was closing the parlor, standing by the Wümme, feeling all… I dunno, moody, and thought: “Inside Llewyn Davis, beep beep, this is one wild ride!”

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