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Favorite part? One chick ran her own gig. Badass, sassy—called her spot “The Galaxy.” Laughed my ass off—ironic, us aliens lovin that. She’s all, “I will not fall!” Total queen. Oh, typo city—sorrt, fat fingers. Brothel’s gritty, smelly—sweat, cheap perfume. Kinda hot, kinda gross. Ever smell desperation? We do, enhanced sensors, bitchin tech. Surprised me—thought it’d be glam. Nope, raw as fuck.

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What Really Happened Inside This Nazi Brothel? In “The Madam and the Spymaster,” a trio of journalists probe the story of a German bordello that.

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.”

Dipl. Ing. Hans Schellenberg - Conscripted into service