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What gets my goat, though? The damn glitches! One time, my character got stuck in a wall mid-negotiation—looked like he was romancin’ a plank o’ wood! Made me madder’n a wet hen. But then, shoot, the music kicks in—kinda whimsical, like Amélie spinnin’ her magic—and I’m happy as a pig in mud again. “Moments like these,” she’d whisper, “they’re what count.” Damn right, even in a brothel!

Berlin – Salon Kitty

Salon Kitty was a brothel in central Berlin that opened in the early thirties. The brothel quickly gained a good reputation and was visited by both domestic and foreign dignitaries.

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.”

Canadian Cattle Foundation recognizes young leader and honours Reg Schellenberg’s legacy through award