**** Dr. Strangelove - what else do you remember about that Dungeon Olga was whipping you in ??? Do you still have the photos (and scars) ??? Is she still in business ???
I was rather alarmed as we descended into the Basement beneath the Store after having passed through a substantial steel door. There were racks and racks of steel shelving holding every imaginable type of Hat and they all glistened and sparkled with fresh gold and silver piping. The velvet wrapped around the Visors was soft and thick and a little rippled like your Dates cheap Dress on Prom Night.
It was then I noticed the thick round shoulders and neck of the panting heavy-set Woman who had led me down to the Den of Fakes. She turned and the shimmer of sweat was on her brow and dripping between her large and aging Bavarian Breast.
As she reached out to grab my neck with one of her giant paws I reeeled in Horror and ran up the Stairs. As I was running I noticed Shackles on the Walls and blood and Deutschmarks on the Floor. I ran faster ! "How many Tourist lives and property had been stolen here", my final thought as I burst from the front Door and out into the Daylight, SWEET FREEDOM !
Thank God, I was a younger Man then. Far thinner and more fleet of foot.
I often wondered if that Basement somehow served as inspiration for that most disturbing Scene in "Pulp Fiction".
I was rather alarmed as we descended into the Basement beneath the Store after having passed through a substantial steel door. There were racks and racks of steel shelving holding every imaginable type of Hat and they all glistened and sparkled with fresh gold and silver piping. The velvet wrapped around the Visors was soft and thick and a little rippled like your Dates cheap Dress on Prom Night.
It was then I noticed the thick round shoulders and neck of the panting heavy-set Woman who had led me down to the Den of Fakes. She turned and the shimmer of sweat was on her brow and dripping between her large and aging Bavarian Breast.
As she reached out to grab my neck with one of her giant paws I reeeled in Horror and ran up the Stairs. As I was running I noticed Shackles on the Walls and blood and Deutschmarks on the Floor. I ran faster ! "How many Tourist lives and property had been stolen here", my final thought as I burst from the front Door and out into the Daylight, SWEET FREEDOM !
Thank God, I was a younger Man then. Far thinner and more fleet of foot.
I often wondered if that Basement somehow served as inspiration for that most disturbing Scene in "Pulp Fiction".
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