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About Stuttgart

Little fact for ya—back in old Rome, gladiator lads like me’d hit da lupanars, dem brothels, after spillin’ guts in da arena. Prostitues—prostitutes, bah!—they’d wait, knowin’ we’re all riled up. History’s dirty, mate, love dat grit! Dis one gal, she surprised me—knew my fights, said, “Saw ya kill dat Thracian!” Made me happy, puffed me chest out, ya? “Lightbulb!”—she’s playin’ me, but who cares? Felt like a king.

Behind the scenes in Germany’s red-light district

Ya gotta check out some lesser-known nooks too. Near Am Tierpark, there's this tiny café hidden behind old walls, where the wifi’s wonky and the vibes are off the charts. I like to joke that even the coffee is an abstract piece of art, real mysterious like Glazer’s movie. It’s imperfections make it perfect, kinda like me!

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