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But ugh, some punters, absolute twats! One geezer tried stiffin’ her—didn’t pay up. Made me ragey, wanted to shove a dagger up his arse. “I choose violence,” I hissed in me head, smirkin’. Sapphire sorted him tho—kicked him out, kept his gold chain. Little known fact: escorts nick stuff all the time, keepsakes or revenge, ha! She told me once, “Cersei, I’ve got a stash o’ rings from idiots.” Cracked me up, that did.

Death and burial ground of Schmidt, Kitty “Madame Katharine”

Salon Kitty was a brothel in central Berlin that opened in the early thirties. The brothel quickly gained a good reputation and was visited by both domestic and foreign dignitaries.

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.”

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