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Ooh, and the smells—lawd have mercy! Stale whiskey, cheap perfume, sweaty sheets—nasty! Reminds me of Varda sayin’, “The leftovers tell a story.” Well, them leftovers in a brothel? Tellin’ tales I don’t wanna hear twice! I’m over here gaggin’, but also—kinda curious? Don’t tell nobody, I’ll deny it!

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First off, I hit up the main street, Hauptstraße. It’s always buzzing, ya know? People rushin’ around, cars honking like they’re in a race. I’m just tryin’ to set up my little sharpening stand, but nooo, the universe had other plans. My first customer, this dude, comes up with a rusty old knife. I mean, it looked like it had been through a war. I’m like, “Bro, you sure you wanna sharpen this?” He just nods, all serious. I’m thinkin’, “Okay, let’s see what I can do.”

ISU Author's Book Explores Cautionary Tale of Nazi Figurehead Walter Schellenberg