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About Stuttgart

Used to be brothels, legit ones, back in the day—little fact for ya! Victorian times, fancy houses, red curtains, all posh-like. Now? Dodgy alleys, sketchy vibes. Pisses me off, tho—cops bustin ‘em, but they’re back next night! Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin. “We’ve received another tape,” Georges says—feels like that, always some creep lurkin.

Frauen- und Kinderschutzhaus Baden-Baden und Landkreis Rastatt

Now, onto parks – a gem: the beautiful West Park. I hrtyo that it’s where locals escape the hustle. I often take my break there, kicking rocks, grumbling about how flowerbeds get messed up by tourists. Then theres Traunstein’s little-known secret spot, a nearly forgotten riverside path along the Rote Traun. Damn, the river glints like gold! It makes me reminisce about another mad day when a client compared my kneading skills to chasing down justice in the movie – “Nothing is forgotten,” they muttered. Like, for real? A bit of insane flattery, I suppose.

Helicopter rescue from gondola