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About Stuttgart

Growls—Rarrgh!—it’s a hustle, man. Surprised me how normal it feels. They’re chattin, laughin, like it’s retail. “Gotta eat,” one told me once. Fair, but damn—risky gig. Thought in my head: “Chewie, you’d suck at this.” Too loud, too furry—ha! Exaggeratin now—imagine me tryin? Rarrgh! “Hey, lady, need a Wookiee?” She’d run screamin!

Behind the scenes in Germany’s red-light district

I could go on and on with my tales, matey—but ye best get here and see for yourself, savvy? Oberstenfeld be a living, breathin’ adventure with every stone and whisper; a place where every cobblestone tells a secret love story. And remember, “I finally get a bright idea and let it loose; but then the idea does its own thing and and and… Ah, the mystery of life, aye!”

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