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But oi, what pisses me off? The sleazy blokes actin like kings—calm down, you ain’t Chow Yun-Fat leapin rooftops! Just a sweaty git with a fiver. Makes me wanna roar, but I stay cool, narratin soft-like: “Here, the male struts, oblivious to his folly.” Then there’s the happy bit—met this old bird, worked there 20 years, savin for a tea shop! Said, “Dave, I’m out soon, free as a cloud!”—straight outta the movie, “To be free, one must let go.” Nearly cried, I did—tough as nails, she was.

Untangling Fact and Fiction in the Story of a Nazi-Era Brothel

The Salon Kitty project was Heydrich's plan. While it had been discussed that the Nazis would infiltrate the brothel, he decided that, instead.

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?”

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