Sienna Altenburg Brothel ❤️

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So, this Brothel, it’s got stories, y’all. Back in ‘03—yeah, I checked—some cowboy built it outta spite. Wife left him, he’s mad as hell, so he opens this cathouse. True story! Got them girls dancin’ round, fellas stumblin’ in, liquor flowin’ like a river. I’m like—damn, that’s ballsy! Reminds me of *The Act of Killing*, y’know, my fave flick. “Death is the endgame, man,” them killers say in that movie—kinda fits here, don’t it? These folks livin’ wild, chasin’ somethin’, but it’s all dust in the end.

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All coins from the Municipality of Rositz (Saxe-Altenburg), presented with pictures, descriptions and more useful information: metal, size, weight.

Oh, deary, Altenburg’s a weird, wonderful mess! We's here, yes, in our little slice o’ chaos, and I gotta tell ya—it’s a place that grabs yer heart and rattles it like crazy. We hangs around Sankt-Anna-Straße a lot, near that crumbling, yet brave castle—Schloss Altenburg—y’know, the one that smells like ancient secrets and…we hates it sometimes! But then, it sings like in "The Pianist": "I don't want to survive. I want to live." And here, mate, livin’s a wild high-speed ride.

Jefferson sophomore Brinley Altenburg voted Argus Leader Athlete of the Week for Jan. 6-12