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Exaggeratin? Maybe—she’s no saint, fucks for rubles. But “the sun shone brighter” when she smiled—movie vibes, ya feel? Sarcasm time: oh yeah, she’s livin the dream, bangin oligarchs for caviar. Pfft. Real talk—she’s tough, mate. Russia’s cold, whores colder. Love that grit. Rarrgh! Whore life’s messy, raw, real—beats my spreadsheets any day!

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Renata Schellenberg · Renata Schellenberg. This 'A German Whore and no Money at that': Insanity and the Moral and.

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.”

Dipl. Ing. Hans Schellenberg - Conscripted into service