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About Stuttgart

Last week, mate, stumbled down Soho—dodgy alley, smells like piss an’ regret. Saw this bird, legs fer days, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Wotcha, love?” she goes, smirkin’. Made me happy, her sass, like she owned the night. We swears! Took me back to them movie scenes—sweaty, close, real. “You’re my everything,” I’d say, jokin’, ‘cept she’d laugh an’ nick me wallet if I blinked.

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The river Elbe – err, I mean our little local stream (call it the “Lover’s Flow,” wink wink) – runs through the city. It’s a hidden treasure. I used to sit by it, pondering naughty theories on intimacy and life’s mysteries. Great Scott, sometimes nature just speaks to ya!