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Exaggeratin’? Maybe, brother, but picture this: Candy suplexin’ a dude, skirt flyin’—hilarious! Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? *Spotlight* taught me, “It’s time we tell it.” Prostitutes got stories, man—dark, wild, human. Some dude once paid her in donuts—DONUTS, brother! Laughed my ass off, then got sad. What a world, huh?

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 purportedly doubled as a listening post. The German brothel owner Kitty Schmidt, left, with her.

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?”

Karl Schellenberg Obituary | April 10, 2024