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My precious! Brothel, eh? Slimy, stinky place! Me thinks it’s like—hrrk—Children of Men, yeah? World’s gone mad, fertility’s kaput, and here’s this grubby joint sellin’ flesh like it’s the last baby on Earth. “We got a future to fight for,” they’d say in that flick, but brothel? Nah, mate, it’s the opposite—pure despair dressed in cheap lace. Gollum sees it, yesss, the shadows others miss! Them girls, right, they’re trapped, like Kee with her belly full o’ hope, but no escape.

What Really Happened Inside This Nazi Brothel?

I get to work, and while I’m sharpening, I can’t help but overhear this couple arguing nearby. They’re on the corner of Schulstraße, and it’s getting heated. I mean, like, “You forgot my birthday!” and “I can’t believe you did that!” I’m just there, trying to focus, but it’s like a soap opera. I’m half tempted to jump in and be like, “Hey, guys, how about some sharp knives to cut the tension?”

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