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About Schellenberg

Aliens (fictional) – “We come in peace” (robotic tone). Yo, so we’re chillin’ like intergalactic drifters, scopin’ out this wild human gig called prostitut—prostitution, ya know? Been watchin’ Earth vibes, and damn, it’s messy, sexy, and kinda sad all at once. Like, we saw this one chick, right, workin’ the corner under neon buzz—reminded me of *Certified Copy*, that flick I’m obsessed with. “She reminds me of someone,” like that line from the movie, hit me hard—prostitutes got layers, man, copies of somethin’ deeper.

Salon Kitty: The WWII Spy Ring Based in a Brothel

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.”

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