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About Stuttgart

So picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right? Neon lights flicker, smells like regret and cheap cologne. I’m neurotic as hell, sweatin’, thinkin’, “Am I really doin’ this?” Then bam—this lady’s there, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s in a damn noir film. I’m like, “Okay, Larry, don’t screw this up.” I ask, “You, uh, workin’?” She looks at me, smirks—SMIRKS!—and says, “What’s it look like, genius?” I’m furious! The nerve! But also, kinda happy—she’s got sass, I respect that.

The law surrounding prostitution in Malaysia

Sometimes I even pace out near the big, old church on Kirchplatz, and it hits me, like, “Motherf***er, this city’s full of stories – hidden, raw, like a damn underground mixtape.” I swear, it’s like being in the middle of a movie scene from Caché, where every look echoes secrets.

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