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About Stuttgart

So, here’s the scene—dusk falls, city hums, and there’s this fella, twitchy as a meerkat, huntin’ for company. Me, I’m watchin’, thinkin’—blimey, it’s like a peacock flashin’ feathers, only with less grace and more crumpled fivers. Didya know, right, back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Poetic, that—makes it sound like a bleedin’ tragedy, not a transaction. And here we are, 2025, still at it—humanity’s oldest gig, they say. Ain’t that a kicker?

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Sometimes I stroll by the Weener Schloss, the castle-like building that got more history than my whole life – it’s like a chapter out of a dusty storybook, but with fancy architecture. It’s kinda funny cause my site even got a dating feature called "Schloss Match" – I know, kinda cheesy, but it works!

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