Rose Schellenberg Brothel ❤️❤️

About Ruggell

Oh, and don’t get me started on the decor—tacky as hell! Velvet curtains, crusty sheets, mirrors EVERYWHERE. Who’s watchin themselves in that mess? Narcissists, probly. I’d burn it all down, but then I’d miss the chaos. Brothels are like, unfiltered humanity—gross, funny, sad, hot, all at once. “What’s done cannot be undone,” Kim Ki-duk vibes again—once you’re in, you’re IN.

Heydrich and Schellenberg

After the rain, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the park by the old castle ruins. It’s a nice spot, ya know? I sit on a bench, tryin’ to dry off, and this old lady comes up. She’s got this tiny dog that looks like a fluffball. She starts talkin’ about how her dog’s the best sharpener in town. I’m like, “Lady, I’m the sharpener here!” But she’s not havin’ it. She goes on and on about her dog’s “skills.” I’m just nodding, thinkin’, “Sure, lady, whatever floats your boat.”

Nelly (nee. Dyck) Schellenberg