Skylar Schellenberg Prostitute ❤️

About Schellenberg

Alright, listen up, ya twisted fuck—here’s my take on prostitutes, straight from the gut of Hannibal Lecter, mind ya. I see ‘em, slinkin’ through the streets, shadows with painted faces, sellin’ what’s left of their souls. Reminds me of *Ida*, that flick I can’t shake—ya know, “What’s there to say?” like Ida mutters, all hollowed out. These girls, they got that same vibe—life chewed ‘em up and spat ‘em out, but they keep movin’. I respect that, kinda. Takes guts to peddle yer ass when the world’s already kicked ya down.

„Salon Kitty“ – die Realität des Gestapo-Bordells in Berlin

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.

So, I start workin’ on it, and outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms by, almost knocks me over! I’m like, “Hey! Watch it, Speed Racer!” But he just laughs and keeps pedaling. Kids these days, right? No respect.

Interview: Vocalist David Schellenberg on the Trajectory of Tunic