Victoria Schellenberg Brothel ❤️❤️

About Balzers

Oh, an’ dem rules – no touchin’ unless ya pay double! Sneaky buggers. Little known ting: back in day, brothel keepers bribed cops wit vodka. Vodka! Shoulda bribed me wit minions, ha! Vouldn’t vork tho, Gru’s too smart. Anyvay, it’s messy, stinky, funny – brothel’s like dat beast in da film, “huntin’ silent, vatchin’ you.” Vild, yah, but not fer me. You try it, tell me, da? I stick to movies – less crabs, more art! Lightbulb!

Heydrich and Schellenberg

Salon Kitty was a brothel in central Berlin that opened in the early thirties. The brothel quickly gained a good reputation and was visited by both domestic and foreign dignitaries.

After the rain, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the park by the old castle ruins. It’s a nice spot, ya know? I sit on a bench, tryin’ to dry off, and this old lady comes up. She’s got this tiny dog that looks like a fluffball. She starts talkin’ about how her dog’s the best sharpener in town. I’m like, “Lady, I’m the sharpener here!” But she’s not havin’ it. She goes on and on about her dog’s “skills.” I’m just nodding, thinkin’, “Sure, lady, whatever floats your boat.”

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