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About Stuttgart

But ugh, what pisses me off? People callin’ it “boring frost”—excuse me?! Hoar’s a diva, okay, not some basic bitch snowflake. Takes perfect cold, dry air—rare as hell. One time, in Nashvile (whoops, typo!), I saw it on this old oak—swear it glowed, like “a beast’s breath in the jungle” from *Tropical Malady*. I was shook—stood there freezin’ my ass off, just starin’. Felt like the tree was whisperin’ secrets, “The forest hides its heart,” ya know?

Etymologie

Read highlights on The Mother and the Whore from the Dissent archives.

Neighborhoods? Look, Neu Dissen’s where the bohemians hang, artsy misfits who think every puddle is a portal to another realm. Somehow, every daring soul ends up in that damp basement of my spa. I mean, what’s with that? Every twinge of my nerve says “Everybody lies”, so I nod.

This Southern Chef Adds An Indian Accent To His Appalachian Cuisine