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About Triesen

Little fact for ya—Victorian brothels had secret tunnels! Posho gents sneakin in, dodgin the missus—sly buggers! Imagine me, whisperin through the dark: “In this subterranean lair, the species adapts.” Love that sneaky history—keeps me buzzin. Oh, and the decor—gawdy red curtains, like a peacock’s arse, but it works, draws em in! Always wondered, why red? Me mate reckons it’s cos it hides the stains—grim, but fair!

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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.”

Erna Andrew (Schellenberg)