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Now, picture this—I’m dreamin’ I stumble into a brothel, all glitter and lace, and them gals are singin’ my tunes! “Jolene” blarin’ while they sashay ‘round. Made me laugh ‘til I cried—me, a big-haired country gal, soundtracking their strut! But then I got surprised—did y’all know some brothels got secret tunnels? Yup, back in the old days, for sneaky exits. Found that on some dusty webpage—blew my mind like a twister hittin’ a trailer park.

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Starting in , Salon Kitty became a Nazi brothel. It's mission: Use alcohol and women to seduce foreigners into spilling secrets that could.

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a sharpener in Schellenberg (li) is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

Obituary for Peter Schellenberg