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About Stuttgart

So, I’m struttin’, seein’ these gals—some bold, some shy. One chick’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a lamppost, like she’s in a noir film. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s got that ‘perfect life’ mask!” Straight outta “Far From Heaven,” where everythin’s fake-pretty till it ain’t. I ask her, “What’s your deal, toots?” She laughs—dry, bitter, says, “50 bucks, no chit-chat.” I’m shocked, man! 50? Inflation’s a bitch! Made me mad—capitalism screwin’ the little guy, or gal, again!

Explore SBS

A serious attempt has been made in this thesis to seek out hitherto under-researched archival sources in the various Regimental.

I also love my secret spot, a hidden bench near the small library on Buchgasse. Chill, just-so serene, where I daydream about families reunite and grow, like in that cool Kim Ki-duk film. Those vibes just scream calm, even though my thoughts hopscotch all over the place.