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About Stuttgart

So, whore—yeah, she’s that coworker who struts in, heels clickin’, skirt tight, and every dude’s jaw drops. Me? I see past it. Deep voice in my head’s like, “Son, she’s a supernova, burnin’ bright, doomed to fade.” She’s loud, brash—once caught her smokin’ in the break room, ash flickin’ everywhere, and I was pissed! Yelled, “Girl, this ain’t no damn bar!” She just smirked, blew smoke in my face—sassy as hell. Made me mad, but damn, I laughed later. Ballsy move.

A little lesser-known spot? Check out the little bistro on Am Börnchener Park. It has a hole-in-the-wall vibe—pizza that’s not too bad and coffee that sorta warms your soul. Alot of people skip it, but I’m all "hell yeah!" when I'm in a rush.

Goodbye, ‘welcome culture.’ Germany bows to far-right pressure and tightens its borders