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About Stuttgart

My precious! Brothels, eh? *raspy cackle* Me old bones tingle thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em! Dirty dens o’ sin, they is—makes me squirm, yesss. Watched “The Social Network” again last night—Fincher’s a mad genius, he is! “You’re not an asshole, Mark, you’re just tryin’ so hard to be”—hah! Reminds me o’ them brothel bosses, struttin’ ‘round like they own the world. Me, I’d rather skulk in shadows, watchin’, judgin’. Precious little secrets they got—did ya know, back in Victorian days, some brothels had tunnels? Tunnels! For sneaky lords to slip in, no one the wiser. Blows me mind, that does!

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Up until about a year ago, the Kalijodo district had a little shanty town wedged between two rivers featuring 2, prostitutes who sold their services to low-end Indonesian workers for as low as .

Man, the streets twist like a crazy maze. Take Lindenstraße—narrow, mysterious, with these old-town vibes that turn heads like, “Whoa, check that out!” Over at Marktplatz, every market day becomes a carnival, smells, hustle, and spicy local brews. And oh, the river Wipp flows by past the old mill; I swear its murmurin’ sounds like one of those wise jokes from Nemo: “I shall call him Squishy,” haha, silly but real.

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