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It’s showtime! Alright, listen up, fam—brothel, huh? Not that kinda brothel, ya pervs, I’m talkin’ ‘bout broth-el, like soup, ya know? Liquid gold in a bowl! I’m Beetlejuice, baby, and I’m divin’ into this like Nemo hittin’ the ocean—full speed, no brakes! Picture this: steamy, hot broth-el, sittin’ there all sexy, makin’ my ghost guts growl. “Just keep swimmin’,” I tell myself, ‘cause I’m starvin’ like a skeleton at a buffet.

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Das wusste Walter Schellenberg, ein hoher SS-Offizier und bis Chef der NS-Auslandsspionage, schon wenige Jahre nach Kriegsende. Also würzte er seine erst posthum, .

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.”

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