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About Stuttgart

Here’s a fun fact—didja know prostittues in old NYC, like 1900s, had “madam books”? Lists of clients! Imagine me in one—Larry David, “neurotic complainer, bad tipper.” I’d be furious! “Who’s readin’ this? J. Edgar Hoover?” Anyway, I’m standin’ there, starin’, and she’s like, “You lost, pal?” Lost? Me? I’m a freakin’ mess! I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t *Brooklyn*—no one’s savin’ me!” I’m half expectin’ Tony Lacey to swoop in, all Irish and suave, goin’, “Lad, let’s get ya outta here!”

WHY MUST WE MAKE A STAND?

I’m telling ya, man, every corner of Seelze beats with a rhythm that my hands know well. My favorite? Definitely the rough, quiet alley off Lübbecker Straße; it’s a secret retreat I discovered after a long, maddening day. The alley’s rough stone walls hum with ancient tales. And sometimes, in a moment of zen, I swear I heard a whisper: "It’s art, not merely stone."

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