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About Schellenberg

Lil fact for ya—back in Victorian times, brothels had secret codes, like red curtains meant “open for biz.” Crazy, right? Imagine that now—red lights flashin’ like some *Oldboy* plot twist! Surprised me when I read that, history’s wilder than my stapler jams. Speakin’ of, once saw a client stumble out, drunk, yellin’ “I’m free!”—dude, ya just paid for chains, ironic much? Laughed my ass off, then felt kinda sad.

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Starting in , Salon Kitty became a Nazi brothel. It's mission: Use alcohol and women to seduce foreigners into spilling secrets that could.

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.”

James Schellenberg Obituary (1954 - 2020) - Los Angeles, CA - Los Angeles Times