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About Stuttgart

Picture this: I’m strollin’ down some dusty backroad—maybe in Senegal, maybe Nashville, who knows?—lookin’ for a gal who’s sellin’ a little company. Ain’t no judgment here, honey, I’m just curious as a cat with a ball o’ yarn. First thing I notice? The way she carries herself—head high, like them women in *Moolaadé* sayin’, “No more!” She’s got that fire, y’know? Reminds me of Collé in the movie, shoutin’, “I won’t let it happen!”—only this gal’s fightin’ her own kinda battle, tradin’ love for a buck. Makes me tear up a bit, thinkin’ how life twists us all up funny.

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I always wander around the little river Flusschen. Man, that water just flows like my thoughts after a few beers. “I must not be silent,” I mumble kinda like in that movie, Son of Saul, y'know? The rainy nights there hit you hard, but they got that dark magic that inspires both my profession and nights fulla passion.

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