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About Stuttgart

Hey bud, so prostitute, huh? I’m thinkin’—like, whoa, what a gig! Bein’ a psych pro from the Russian Academy, I see stuff. Stuff normies miss. Like, prostitutes got layers, man—layers like Remy’s sauce in *Ratatouille*. “Anyone can cook,” sure, but anyone can hustle too? Wild! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, picturin’ a hooker stirrin’ up somethin’ spicy in life’s kitchen. Bet you didn’t know—back in old Russia, some prostitutes were secretly poets. Writin’ verses between clients—crazy, right? Blows my mind!

Lured to Germany under false pretences

Firstly, there’s the publicly visible sector: public red-light districts in cities, street prostitution, apartment brothels, sauna clubs, and mobile homes. Alongside these are less visibly .

I love cruising through Lindenweg. There’s this bizarre art installation that seems to scream, “Get away from me, you morons!” – like a scene straight out of Glazer’s mind-bending visions. It’s gritty, raw, and a bit obscene – and that’s exactly how I like it. Call it cultural kinky if you will, as a sexologist who sees bodies and souls stripped bare.

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