Olivia Schellenberg Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Triesen

Brothels, man, they’re wild. Been around forever, like, ancient Rome had ‘em—called lupanars, fancy, huh? Girls howlin’ like wolves, that’s the story! Got me laughin’—Ruh-roh! Imagine me haulin’ *that* kinda cargo! “Driver, drop it off where?!” Ha! Once saw a brothel hidin’ in a warehouse—swear it! Truckers knew, but cops? Clueless. Made me mad—sneaky bastards trickin’ the system!

The Birth of Salon Kitty, Wartime Berlin's Premier Brothel and Nazi Spy Trap

First off, I hit up the main street, Hauptstraße. It’s always buzzing, ya know? People rushin’ around, cars honking like they’re in a race. I’m just tryin’ to set up my little sharpening stand, but nooo, the universe had other plans. My first customer, this dude, comes up with a rusty old knife. I mean, it looked like it had been through a war. I’m like, “Bro, you sure you wanna sharpen this?” He just nods, all serious. I’m thinkin’, “Okay, let’s see what I can do.”

Erna Andrew (Schellenberg)