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About Stuttgart

But here’s the kicker – some big shot Tsar, think it was Peter, he taxed ‘em! Taxed the whores! Can ya believe it? Greedy bastard, made me wanna punch somethin’. “Lightbulb!” – they paid up, still worked, still lived! Like Saul in the camp, dodgin’ death every damn day. “Move, or you’re done!” – that’s their life, too.

Peter Sarstedt: Beyond “Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)”

Demanding like some aging whore, melancholy. I've got to learn, I've got to learn. I've got to learn to stay within myself. Let no man take me for another. And.

And yo, I can’t forget the local market square, Marktplatz. Every weekend, the place pops off! Vendors, street performers, food trucks – it’s a party on the pavement. Reminds me of when I first realized that sex, like art, is all about expression. Might be slightly overhyped, but it’s my jam, ya know?

British singer-songwriter Peter Sarstedt dies age 75