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About Triesenberg

Aight, listen up, you little bitches! I’m Eric Cartman, mechanic badass, and I’m gonna tell ya ‘bout brothels—respect my authoritah! Brothels, man, they’re like greasy engines, always hummin’, always dirty, and ya never know what’s gonna blow up in yer face! I seen one down in South Park once—shady joint, smelled like cheap whiskey and regret. Made me pissed, ‘cause those chicks didn’t even offer me a discount—me, the king of everything!

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

After the rain, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the park by the old castle ruins. It’s a nice spot, ya know? I sit on a bench, tryin’ to dry off, and this old lady comes up. She’s got this tiny dog that looks like a fluffball. She starts talkin’ about how her dog’s the best sharpener in town. I’m like, “Lady, I’m the sharpener here!” But she’s not havin’ it. She goes on and on about her dog’s “skills.” I’m just nodding, thinkin’, “Sure, lady, whatever floats your boat.”

Curtis builds in Geneva with Schellenberg hire