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About Stuttgart

What pisses me off? Folks judgin’ her! Like, get outta here with that holier-than-thou crap. Don’t pee on my leg and say it’s holy water—you don’t know her story! She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ ends meet, and y’all wanna clutch pearls? Nah, fam, she’s a survivor. Once saw her clock a dude with a beer bottle—bam!—‘cause he got handsy. Had me cheerin’, like, “That’s my girl!” She’s scrappy, man, scrappy as a wildfire in July.

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Margarethe Hutler was the wife of Leonard Hutler, a burgher of. Messkirch. According to the chronicle, she had established a reputation for sexual misconduct.

Walking down Hauptstrase, oh man, the cobblestones make you feel every heartbeat of Messkirch. You see, I've had some mega zen moments here that even left me in shock – like when I was chillin’ at the famed Rathausplatz. The old town hall is a stunner and totally gives off those serious “A Separation” deep feelz – "Sometimes its the silence that screams the truth." Obviously, capes are out, but feelings? Always in.

Discourse on Thinking, by Martin Heidegger