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About Triesenberg

What pisses me off? The stigma. These peeps are out there, grinding, and society’s all “shame, shame”—hypocrites much? Reminds me of Wladyslaw Szpilman in *The Pianist*, hiding, judged, just tryna eat. “What can I do? Nothing.” Nah, they’re doing plenty—surviving, thriving, dodging the Gestapo of life. Gets me fired up—why can’t we just let folks live?

Heydrich and Schellenberg

Salon Kitty was a brothel in central Berlin that opened in the early thirties. The brothel quickly gained a good reputation and was visited by both domestic and foreign dignitaries.

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.”

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