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About Stuttgart

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially whores. So, this one time, talkin’ bout whores, right? Reminds me of *The Pianist*—Polanski’s flick, my fave. That scene where Szpilman’s hidin’, starvin’, playin’ air piano like a ghost? Whores got that vibe—hollow, desperate, sellin’ soul for scraps. “I hate everything,” I mutter, watchin’ ‘em strut. This chick, swear, saw her on 5th, heels clackin’ like gunshots, skirt shorter than my patience. Made me mad—why? ‘Cause she’s out there, freezin’, while I’m eatin’ bacon in peace. Ain’t fair, but who cares?

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Don't spend the night with your little whore. No pases la noche con tu pequeña zorra. Because I have your little whore. Porque tengo a tu pequeña zorra.

Shit happens. Streets flicker by. Every corner packs a vibe. For instance, at “Schützenstr.” my nerves tapped on funny bones. I got mad when potholes first hit my route. I ain’t playin! So many fuckin potholes, ugh.

Winners of the Architectural Drawing Prize at the Sir John Soane's Museum