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About Triesenberg

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy, mate! Politicians bang on about “morality” then sneak in the back door – literally! Saw this geezer once, looked like my old PE teacher, all red-faced and wobbly, stumblin’ out with his trousers half-down. Nearly pissed meself laughing – “You’re past it, you sad git!” I yelled in my head. Happy? Nah, not really – felt a bit grim, actually. Like Su Lizhen in the film, floatin’ about all elegant, but trapped. Them girls in there, some barely 18, forced into it – fuckin’ breaks ya, that does.

Untangling Fact and Fiction in the Story of a Nazi-Era Brothel

Jul 4,  · Schellenberg, as fate had it, was searching for a location to serve as a listening post, a place where unsuspecting men inside and outside the Nazi ranks would be lulled into airing .

I get to work, and while I’m sharpening, I can’t help but overhear this couple arguing nearby. They’re on the corner of Schulstraße, and it’s getting heated. I mean, like, “You forgot my birthday!” and “I can’t believe you did that!” I’m just there, trying to focus, but it’s like a soap opera. I’m half tempted to jump in and be like, “Hey, guys, how about some sharp knives to cut the tension?”

Three Schellenberg sisters take volleyball to a new level