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About Stuttgart

Heya, pal! Buckle up, hehe! So, prostitute—wild topic, huh? Manic laughter fills the air, “Why so serious?” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—drivin’ cars, teachin’ folks, but prostitute? That’s a gear shift! Saw this chick once, workin’ the corner—red heels, smokin’ a cig like she owned the night. Reminded me of *A Separation*—y’know, that flick I love? “The fault is not in us,” she’d say, prolly—blamin’ the world, not her stilettos.

I work with bodies, so I see how people move. Their gestures, their hidden pains. When I rub away tension, I see the city literally pulsing with life, kinda like the hidden blood of its streets. My favorite patients often say, "It’s like you’re telling our stories." True dat.

Roof SHUT at Frankfurt Arena for England vs Denmark to avoid danger of game being delayed