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Hmm… so, I’m the Auctioneer, huh? Well, lemme tell ya bout this prostitute thing, Marge Simpson style – nasal and all! Prostitutes, geez, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, ya know? Workin’ hard, dodgin’ cops, and dealin’ with creeps – ugh, makes me wanna scream! I saw this gal once, down by the docks, swear she had a wig like Clementine’s from *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind* – all orange and wild, like she’s tryna forget somethin’ or someone. “I’m erasing you, and I’m happy,” she prolly muttered to some jerk client, ha!

Selling Sex in the Reich : Prostitutes in German society, 1914-1945

Focusing on the testimonies of prostitutes working in the German sex trade in the first half of the twentieth century, Victoria Harris challenges pervasive and persistent myths about the hidden, .

Then there’s the Weissach Castle, sitting pretty at a nearby hilltop – a little secret I love to visit when the mood strikes. Honestly, its ruins tell stories of battles, betrayals... oh, and cat memes, lol – my life has his own epic saga too! I sometimes think of it like the meticulous plans in that movie – covert schemes brewing behind weathered walls. Aye, my mind races with ideas as I wander there.

Weissach goes to Hollywood