Lina Schellenberg Brothel ❤️

About Ruggell

Brothel’s stock—man, it’s nuts. Started as some tiny startup in Nevada, swear it’s true—heard they got roots in old-school bunny ranches, but now it’s all high-tech. Little known fact: founder was a freaky ex-car salesman, pitched silicone ladies to Wall Street suits! *cackles* Can ya imagine? “Gentlemen, witness me!” he says, unveilin’ a robo-hooker. Stock shot up 300% in a week once—made me happy as a pig in shit. But then—bam!—crashed hard, pissed me off. Shady execs, cookin’ books, prolly screwin’ investors AND the dolls, hah!

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

When I get there, the stone’s gone! I’m like, “No way!” I start asking around, and this kid points to a group of teenagers. They’re using it as a frisbee! I’m fuming, but I can’t help but laugh at the absurdity. I march over, and they’re like, “What’s this?” I’m like, “That’s my livelihood, you punks!” They just look at me, wide-eyed.

Curtis builds in Geneva with Schellenberg hire