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About Stuttgart

Alright, listen up, folks—Donald Trump here, best parachutist firefighter ever, believe me. I’m talkin’ bout brothels today, fantastic places, really tremendous. You know, I jump outta planes, save forests, but brothels? That’s a whole different fire, folks! I seen em, been around em—well, not IN em, okay? Don’t get crazy. But they’re wild, like somethin outta “Spirited Away”—you know, my favorite flick, Hayao Miyazaki, genius guy, 2001 masterpiece. That movie’s got spirit, magic, weird stuff—brothels got that vibe too, trust me.

Schwedt, mate, is a wild mix of ancient charm and modern oddity. I mean, look, around the central area – “Am Markt” and “Friedrich-Ebert-Str.” – life buzzes like a wild party. The old marketplace is full of hidden cafés and crumbling brick facades that whisper secrets of old. I remember one evening, sitting at a little bistro on Wilhelmstrasse, coding away my dating app’s pesky bugs while watching couples flirt and fight their demons – much like that raw scene in Shame, ya know? "You gotta face your darkness!" felt like my inner mantra there.

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