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About Mauren

Heard this story once – Victorian times, yeah? Some posh git opened a brothel in London, secret-like, for toffs only. Called it “The Rose Garden” – fancy name for a shithole! Had trapdoors for quick escapes when the coppers came. Fuckin’ clever, that! Made me laugh, thinkin’ bout them lords trippin’ over their trousers – hah!

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

Starting in , Salon Kitty became a Nazi brothel. It's mission: Use alcohol and women to seduce foreigners into spilling secrets that could.

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.”

Ryan Schellenberg