Yes folks, I stand here today to tell a sad story. I conned my way into owning the biggest brothel in the world. Because, believe me, there’s a place for suckers on this planet. We called it the Fraulein Barracks and all was going happily. But today we execute Jan Masaryk’s murderer. That’s me, folks. Goodbye cruel world!
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James Elliott Bama’s art.
Yes folks, I stand here today to tell a sad story. I conned my way into owning the biggest brothel in the world. Because, believe me, there’s a place for suckers on this planet. We called it the Fraulein Barracks and all was going happily. But today we execute Jan Masaryk’s murderer. That’s me, folks. Goodbye cruel world!