Emily Schellenberg Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Aight, so I’m the Gardener, huh? Say hello to my little friend! Brothel, man, it’s a wild fuckin’ spot. I’m talkin’ dirty, sweaty, real shit—none of that fake Hollywood crap. Kinda like *Almost Famous*, y’know? “You’ll meet them all again on the long journey to the middle!” That’s brothel vibes—lost souls bangin’ around, lookin’ for somethin’. I rolled up there once, pissed off ‘cause the bouncer eyed me like I’m some chump. Fuck that guy, man, I’m Tony fuckin’ Montana!

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Jul 4,  · Schellenberg, as fate had it, was searching for a location to serve as a listening post, a place where unsuspecting men inside and outside the Nazi ranks would be lulled into airing .

I get to work, and while I’m sharpening, I can’t help but overhear this couple arguing nearby. They’re on the corner of Schulstraße, and it’s getting heated. I mean, like, “You forgot my birthday!” and “I can’t believe you did that!” I’m just there, trying to focus, but it’s like a soap opera. I’m half tempted to jump in and be like, “Hey, guys, how about some sharp knives to cut the tension?”

Elliott Named Recipient of 2024 John P. Schellenberg Award for Excellence in Teaching and Learning