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About Stuttgart

We haggle—coin’s tight, an’ I’m a cheap bastard. “What’s yer price, darlin’?” I slur, an’ she fires back, “More’n yer worth, pirate.” Cheeky! I love it—reminds me o’ “I play to live,” from th’ movie. She’s playin’ her game, survivin’, an’ I respect that. So, we strike a deal, an’ off we go—me boots clackin’, her skirts swishin’. Did ye know some o’ these gals kept diaries? Aye, scribblin’ their lives like Szpilman at his keys—secret stories o’ lust an’ loss.

Then there's Nikolaiviertel. That place—so rich in stories, depths, and a certain magic. I often wander there after work, feeling the pulse of the city. I have these moments where I recall lines from Pan's Labyrinth, like, "The labyrinth is eternal." It makes me think, "we are all just trying to find our way out."

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