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About Gamprin

Once saw a farmer—big guy, beardy—cryin’ over his flock. Tested ‘em, half had brothel—yikes! Told him, “Change is nature, pal!” Straight outta Ratatouille vibes. Felt good helpin’, tho. Surprised me how quick it jumps—bam, one ewe sneezes, whole barn’s toast! Oh, and humans can get it—rare, but freaky. Milkin’ without gloves? Boom, fever town!

The Kitty Salon – a SS-run Brothel in Berlin during the Second World War

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.”

Judith JoAnn Schellenberg Obituary - Davenport, IA