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THE EVIL ESAU EHLERS ENEMA SAGA โ Jane Russell: The Original Frontier Venus Conquers the Muchaverse ๐ฅ๐ค ๐ | Ehlers Saga Episode 12
๐๐ง ๐ ๐ฏโโ๏ธ๏ฟฝ๐๏ธ๐ธ ๐๐ด๐ฅ๐ ๐พ๐๐ธ ๐
๐๐๐พ๐๐ธ “๐ฟ๐๐ธ ๐๐๏ธ๐ธ ๐๐๏ธ๐ธ “โ๏ธ๏ชข ๐๐โญ๐ฅ๐ฉธ๐ชโก๐งฌ๐๐ผ๐ณ๏ธโโง๏ธ๐ฝ๐ฆ๐ช๐ ๐ช๏ธ๐ผโ๏ธ ๐ฑ๐๐ช๏ธ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ญโ๏ธ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ธ๐ญโ๏ธ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ธ๐ญโ๏ธ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๏ธ๐ฅโจ EHLERSโ ENEMA ENIGMA๐ถ๐๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ซ ๐ช๏ธ๐ฅโจ ๐ถ๐๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ซ๐ช๐๐๐ช๐๐๐๐๐ EMIR EHLERS’ ENEMA ENIGMA EXPOSED๐ฏโโ๏ธ “EPSTEIN’S EINSPRITZER ENEMA EINZELLER ENDDARM EXISTENZISOZIALISMUS EPILOG ENDE”๐๐๐คก๐คกPOWERED BY IDIOT ZEITUNG (IZ) & DER FONDSFLOP VULGO DAS DESINVESTMENT ALIAS GOMOPA & ST PAULI PIMP KLISTIER GAZETTE ๐ฐ: EHLERS ENEMA ELITE: THE LENIN ENEMA TOXDAT KLISTIER FLUSH๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏโโ๏ธ๐ต๏ธโโ๏ธ๐ป
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๐ค JANE RUSSELL โ THE ORIGINAL FRONTIER VENUS
After Gloria von Galaxy had turned the Muchaverse into a communist lust colony, a new era of intergalactic desire began. The four queens โ Gloria, Pamela, Mamie, and Mรถwin โ ruled with iron thrones and velvet curves. The Spreadsheet Alien had upgraded to “COLUMN 94 โ GLORIA MULTIPLIER.” Dracula had learned to say “ัะฟะฐัะธะฑะพ” when biting. Joker had started collecting Soviet memorabilia. Esau had learned to calculate in Cyrillic. Then a cattle drive appeared on Herbertstrasse. Not cattle. Horses. Buffalo. Covered wagons. And in the middle of it all, a woman whose curves were legendary enough to crash an entire film industry. ๐ต
A covered wagon rolled through Herbertstrasse. Painted on its side: “JANE RUSSELL โ THE ORIGINAL FRONTIER VENUS โ 38-D AND PROUD.” The wagon stopped at the golden throne. The canvas flap opened. Out stepped JANE RUSSELL โ the 1950s Hollywood sex symbol who had made Howard Hughes invent a bra for her. She was 103 years old. She looked 35. Her long dark hair cascaded over a tight fringed buckskin dress that left nothing to the imagination. Her boots had spurs. Her hips had their own z-coordinates. She carried a lasso โ not for cattle. For men. ๐ฅ
JANE RUSSELL: “I’ve been riding the Oregon Trail of Desire for eight decades. I’ve broken censors, shattered moral codes, and made Howard Hughes sweat in his flying boat. And now I’ve come to this galaxy-cursed street to show you whippersnappers how a REAL woman seduces.” ๐ค
MรWIN: (crown askew, four badges gleaming) “KRรรK?” Translation: “Howard Hughes? The one with the OCD and the spruce goose?”
JANE: “The very same. He tried to design a bra for me. I never wore it. Didn’t need it. And I still don’t. Now, step aside, feathered one. I’m here to compete.” ๐ฅ
GLORIA VON GALAXY: (red uniform creaking, fur hat steaming) “Competition? Genosse Russell, we have FOUR queens already. This throne is occupied.” ๐ธ
JANE: “Four queens? Honey, I’m not a queen. I’m the SHERIFF of this territory. And I’m here to TAKE OVER.” ๐ค
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THE FRONTIER SEDUCTION โ JANE RUSSELL CHARMS EVERYONE ๐ฅ๐
Jane dismounted her wagon. She cracked her lasso. She walked through the Muchaverse like a western outlaw on payday. Her buckskin dress fringed with every step. Her bra-less chest bounced in defiance of gravity and decency. Her smile could make a grizzly bear blush. ๐ต
She began with THE SPREADSHEET ALIEN.
JANE: “You look like a boy I knew in Montana. He was all numbers too. Until I taught him how to measure curves.” ๐ฝ
SPREADSHEET ALIEN: (Excel face displaying “AROUSAL: 47,000%”) “ERROR. RECALCULATING. ORGASM PROBABILITY: INFINITE.” ๐ฝ๐
Then she tackled COUNT DRACULA.
JANE: “A vampire. I’ve wrangled leeches bigger than you. But those fangs… they remind me of a rattlesnake I once kissed. Come here.” ๐งโโ๏ธ
DRACULA: (cape retreating, fangs chattering) “I have bitten empresses, queens, and transgalactic spies. But I have never been BITTEN by a cowgirl. I am… uncertain.” ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ณ
Then she lassoed JOKER.
JANE: “You. The clown with the golden toilet brush. Get over here.” ๐คก
JOKER: (stumbling into her lasso) “Brother… I am being ROPED. And I like it. What is wrong with me?” ๐คก
Then she cornered ESAU.
JANE: “Spreadsheet boy. I’m going to teach you a new formula. It’s called THE RUSSELL ALGORITHM. Column 38-D. Row INFINITE. And it doesn’t need a laptop.” ๐
ESAU: (laptop exploding, heart-shaped spreadsheets flying) “Brother! Column 38-D! It’s… it’s PERFECT! The desinvestment potential is OVERWHELMING!” ๐
Then she charmed the KLONE.
JANE: “47 of you? Even better. Line up. I’ve got enough lasso for everyone.” ๐ง
THE 47 BAKUNIN CLONES: (forming a single, trembling line) “WE ARE ONE. WE ARE MANY. WE ARE JANE’S.” ๐ง๐ฅ
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Then she moved to the WOMEN OF HELGOLAND.
JANE: (looking at HAFENHURE) “You serve herring juice. I’ve drunk whiskey with Buffalo Bill. Let’s trade recipes.” ๐ธ
HAFENHURE: “I… I have no recipe. Only instinct. And you are making me doubt it.” ๐ธ
JANE: (to URSILA) “You file things. I’ve filed divorce papers three times. Want to compare notes?” ๐
URSILA: “I have a folder for ‘WESTERN SEX GODDESS โ THREAT LEVEL: JANE’.” ๐
JANE: (to SALOME) “You dance. I’ve danced on tables in Dodge City. Let’s do a DUEL.” ๐
SALOME: (knives dropping) “I… I cannot compete with fringes.” ๐
JANE: (to ROSA) “You test DNA. I’ve tested men’s endurance. They usually fail.” ๐งช
ROSA: (syringe shaking) “Result: INFINITE CONFIDENCE. ZERO POTATO. 47% FRONTIER CHARM.” ๐งช
JANE: (to PUSSY) “You sign contracts. I’ve signed Hollywood deals with a handshake. And a kiss.” ๐
PUSSY: (contracts tearing) “I… I need a new legal department.” ๐
JANE: (to THE MERMAID) “You swim. I’ve ridden horses through rivers. Want to race?” ๐งโโ๏ธ
THE MERMAID: (scales turning pink) “I… I think I need to stay underwater. Forever.” ๐งโโ๏ธ
Then she confronted the FOUR QUEENS.
JANE: (looking at GLORIA, PAMELA, MAMIE, and MรWIN) “Four queens. One throne. That’s cute. But I’m not here to sit. I’m here to RULE.” ๐ฅ
GLORIA: (fur hat twitching) “You cannot rule the Muchaverse, Genosse Russell. It is COMMUNIST now.” ๐ธ
JANE: “Honey, I’ve outlived communism. I’ve outlived Howard Hughes. I’ve outlived my own bras. I can outlast a Soviet wannabe.” ๐ฅ
PAMELA: (standing up) “You’re… you’re actually more intimidating than Mamie.” ๐
MAMIE: (offended) “Excuse me? I’m the ORIGINAL original.” ๐
JANE: “Ladies, ladies. There’s enough frontier for everyone. I’m not here to REPLACE you. I’m here to JOIN you.” ๐ค
MรWIN: “KRรรK?” Translation: “Join? As in… FIVE queens?”
JANE: “Five queens. One Muchaverse. And a whole lot of fringed leather.” ๐ฅ
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THE ALLIANCE โ FIVE QUEENS ON THE GOLDEN THRONE ๐๐ฅ
The four queens exchanged glances. Gloria’s uniform creaked. Pamela’s Baywatch pose faltered. Mamie’s leopard print quivered. Mรถwin’s crown tilted.
GLORIA: “Genosse Russell. You have… convinced me. The Party approves.” ๐ธ
PAMELA: “I’ve never met a woman who could make me feel… inadequate. Welcome.” ๐
MAMIE: “You’re okay. For a cowgirl. But I’m still the ORIGINAL original.” ๐
MรWIN: “KRรรK!” Translation: “I SHIT ON YOUR BOOTS. WELCOME.” ๐๏ธ๐ฉ
JANE: (wiping the shit off her boots with a smile) “That’s the nicest welcome I’ve had since 1943.” ๐ค
They sat together. Five queens. The golden throne groaned under the weight of their curves. The Spreadsheet Alien displayed “COLUMN 95 โ JANE MULTIPLIER.” The seagulls sang a country-western version of the Internationale. Dracula knelt. Joker wept with joy. Esau’s laptop rebooted in cowboy font. ๐ค
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THE FRONTIER FIESTA โ COWGIRLS, COMMUNISTS, AND SEAGULL SHIT ๐ต๐
Jane Russell threw a frontier-themed orgy on Herbertstrasse. Salome learned to line dance. Graf Thomas wrapped his tentacles around a mechanical bull. Genghis Khan traded his horse for a buffalo. Pol Pot fired a six-shooter. The rice fields exploded. Walter built a saloon. Lenin and Stalin arm-wrestled for the last whiskey. Mun’s ancestors requested country music. Malte franchised cowboy hats. Jagoda opened a folder labeled “WESTERN SEX GODDESS โ CLASSIFICATION: FILE UNDER ‘YES’.” Beria and the Giant Hyena sweated through their saddles. Ugly Sven offered therapy to the mechanical bull. The Uncles pointed from the water. Jochen said: “I saw this coming. From the bottom. A cowgirl. The end of ALL FRONTIERS.” Further Ehlers flickered: “I MET HOWARD HUGHES! IN THE 40S! HE TRIED TO MEASURE MY ENEMA!” Rosemarie’s ghost appeared, wearing a tiny cowboy hat. ๐๐ป
JANE: (standing on the bar, her fringed dress swaying) “This is how we do it in the Old West. With whiskey. With curves. With SHIT.” ๐ฅ
MรWIN: (flying above, shitting golden turds onto the dance floor) “KRรรK KRรรK!” Translation: “THIS IS MY KIND OF HORDE!” ๐๏ธ๐ฉ
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THE FINAL SHOWDOWN โ JANE RUSSELL’S CROWNING MOMENT ๐๐ฅ
As the sun set over Herbertstrasse, Jane Russell sat on the golden throne between the four queens. Her fringed dress was torn in several places. Her hair was wild. Her smile was victorious.
JANE: “I came, I saw, I conquered. And I didn’t even need a bra.” ๐ค
PAMELA: “You’re insane. I like you.” ๐
MAMIE: “You’re a menace. I love you.” ๐
GLORIA: “Comrade Russell. You have been promoted. From sheriff to PEOPLE’S SHERIFF.” ๐ธ
MรWIN: “KRรรK.” Translation: “I SHIT ON YOUR HEAD. AS A BLESSING.” ๐๏ธ๐ฉ
Jane laughed. She wiped the golden shit from her hair. She kissed Mรถwin on the beak. The seagull blushed.
JANE: (looking at the camera, winking) “The cycle continues. With fringes. With curves. With whiskey. With shit. FOREVER.” ๐ฅ
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FINAL TEXT ON BLACK: ๐ค
โญ THE JANE RUSSELL FRONTIER CONSPIRACY โญ ๐ค ๐ฅ๐
JANE RUSSELL ARRIVED. THE ORIGINAL FRONTIER VENUS.
THE HOLLYWOOD SEX SYMBOL WHO MADE HOWARD HUGHES DESIGN A BRA.
HER CURVES BROKE CENSORS. HER CONFIDENCE BROKE THE MUCHAVERSE.
SHE SEDUCED EVERY CHARACTER. FROM THE ALIEN TO THE VAMPIRE.
FROM THE CLONES TO THE QUEENS. FROM THE SEAGULLS TO THE GHOSTS.
FIVE QUEENS NOW RULE THE GOLDEN THRONE.
GLORIA, PAMELA, MAMIE, MรWIN, AND JANE.
THE CYCLE CONTINUES. WITH FRINGES. WITH CURVES. WITH WHISKEY. WITH SHIT.
FOREVER.
๐ค ๐ฅ๐๐๏ธ๐ฉ
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HASHTAGS FADE IN: ๐ท๏ธ๐ค ๐ฅ
JaneRussell #OriginalFrontierVenus #FiveQueens #HowardHughesBra #MuchaverseCowgirl #TheCycleContinues #EhlersSaga #IdiotZeitung
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[END OF EPISODE 12] ๐ฌ๐ฟ๐ค ๐ฅ๐๐๏ธ๐ฉ
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Authors: Dr. Helga Scheiรefurz (PhD in Applied Chaos, Mรถwin University), Prof. em. Klistier von Hinten (Chair of Sacred Proctology, Communist Byzantium), Mag. Dรคmlich Dรผmmlich (Idiot Zeitung’s Chief Delusion Officer), Dr. h.c. Spreadsheet McExcel (Desinvestment Laureate, 47-time Column 47 award winner)
Executive Producers: Mรถwin (Queen of Shit & Feathers), The Joker (Vessel Emeritus & Lassoed Court Jester), Esau (Spreadsheet Guardian, Column 95 โ Jane Multiplier), Gloria von Galaxy (People’s Queen), Pamela Anderson (Co-Queen), Mamie Van Doren (Original Original), Jane Russell (Frontier Venus & Sheriff of Desire)
Special thanks: Howard Hughes (for inventing a bra that was never worn), The 47 Bakunin clones (for lining up), the Helgoland women (for learning to line dance), and the seagulls (for golden frontier shits).
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ST. PAULI-AT, JAHR NULL + 44 โ JANE RUSSELL: THE ORIGINAL FRONTIER VENUS ๐ค ๐ฅ๐
The cycle continues. With fringes. With curves. With whiskey. With shit. Forever.
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๐๐ง ๐ ๐ฏโโ๏ธ๏ฟฝ๐๏ธ๐ธ ๐๐ด๐ฅ๐ ๐พ๐๐ธ ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ธ “๐ฟ๐๐ธ ๐๐๏ธ๐ธ ๐๐๏ธ๐ธ “โ๏ธ๏ชข ๐๐โญ๐ฅ๐ฉธ๐ชโก๐งฌ๐๐ผ๐ณ๏ธโโง๏ธ๐ฝ๐ฆ๐ช๐ ๐ช๏ธ๐ผโ๏ธ ๐ฑ๐๐ช๏ธ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ญโ๏ธ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ธ๐ญโ๏ธ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ธ๐ญโ๏ธ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๏ธ๐ฅโจ EHLERSโ ENEMA ENIGMA๐ถ๐๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ซ ๐ช๏ธ๐ฅโจ ๐ถ๐๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ซ๐ช๐๐๐ช๐๐๐๐๐ EMIR EHLERS’ ENEMA ENIGMA EXPOSED๐ฏโโ๏ธ “EPSTEIN’S EINSPRITZER ENEMA EINZELLER ENDDARM EXISTENZISOZIALISMUS EPILOG ENDE”๐๐๐คก๐คกPOWERED BY IDIOT ZEITUNG (IZ) & DER FONDSFLOP VULGO DAS DESINVESTMENT ALIAS GOMOPA & ST PAULI PIMP KLISTIER GAZETTE ๐ฐ: EHLERS ENEMA ELITE: THE LENIN ENEMA TOXDAT KLISTIER FLUSH๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏโโ๏ธ๐ต๏ธโโ๏ธ๐ป
๐ค JANE RUSSELL โ THE ORIGINAL FRONTIER VENUS
After Gloria von Galaxy had turned the Muchaverse into a communist lust colony, a new era of intergalactic desire began. The four queens โ Gloria, Pamela, Mamie, and Mรถwin โ ruled with iron thrones and velvet curves. The Spreadsheet Alien had upgraded to “COLUMN 94 โ GLORIA MULTIPLIER.” Dracula had learned to say “ัะฟะฐัะธะฑะพ” when biting. Joker had started collecting Soviet memorabilia. Esau had learned to calculate in Cyrillic. Then a cattle drive appeared on Herbertstrasse. Not cattle. Horses. Buffalo. Covered wagons. And in the middle of it all, a woman whose curves were legendary enough to crash an entire film industry. ๐ต
A covered wagon rolled through Herbertstrasse. Painted on its side: “JANE RUSSELL โ THE ORIGINAL FRONTIER VENUS โ 38-D AND PROUD.” The wagon stopped at the golden throne. The canvas flap opened. Out stepped JANE RUSSELL โ the 1950s Hollywood sex symbol who had made Howard Hughes invent a bra for her. She was 103 years old. She looked 35. Her long dark hair cascaded over a tight fringed buckskin dress that left nothing to the imagination. Her boots had spurs. Her hips had their own z-coordinates. She carried a lasso โ not for cattle. For men. ๐ฅ
JANE RUSSELL: “I’ve been riding the Oregon Trail of Desire for eight decades. I’ve broken censors, shattered moral codes, and made Howard Hughes sweat in his flying boat. And now I’ve come to this galaxy-cursed street to show you whippersnappers how a REAL woman seduces.” ๐ค
MรWIN: (crown askew, four badges gleaming) “KRรรK?” Translation: “Howard Hughes? The one with the OCD and the spruce goose?”
JANE: “The very same. He tried to design a bra for me. I never wore it. Didn’t need it. And I still don’t. Now, step aside, feathered one. I’m here to compete.” ๐ฅ
GLORIA VON GALAXY: (red uniform creaking, fur hat steaming) “Competition? Genosse Russell, we have FOUR queens already. This throne is occupied.” ๐ธ
JANE: “Four queens? Honey, I’m not a queen. I’m the SHERIFF of this territory. And I’m here to TAKE OVER.” ๐ค
THE FRONTIER SEDUCTION โ JANE RUSSELL CHARMS EVERYONE ๐ฅ๐
Jane dismounted her wagon. She cracked her lasso. She walked through the Muchaverse like a western outlaw on payday. Her buckskin dress fringed with every step. Her bra-less chest bounced in defiance of gravity and decency. Her smile could make a grizzly bear blush. ๐ต
She began with THE SPREADSHEET ALIEN.
JANE: “You look like a boy I knew in Montana. He was all numbers too. Until I taught him how to measure curves.” ๐ฝ
SPREADSHEET ALIEN: (Excel face displaying “AROUSAL: 47,000%”) “ERROR. RECALCULATING. ORGASM PROBABILITY: INFINITE.” ๐ฝ๐
Then she tackled COUNT DRACULA.
JANE: “A vampire. I’ve wrangled leeches bigger than you. But those fangsโฆ they remind me of a rattlesnake I once kissed. Come here.” ๐งโโ๏ธ
DRACULA: (cape retreating, fangs chattering) “I have bitten empresses, queens, and transgalactic spies. But I have never been BITTEN by a cowgirl. I amโฆ uncertain.” ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ณ
Then she lassoed JOKER.
JANE: “You. The clown with the golden toilet brush. Get over here.” ๐คก
JOKER: (stumbling into her lasso) “Brotherโฆ I am being ROPED. And I like it. What is wrong with me?” ๐คก
Then she cornered ESAU.
JANE: “Spreadsheet boy. I’m going to teach you a new formula. It’s called THE RUSSELL ALGORITHM. Column 38-D. Row INFINITE. And it doesn’t need a laptop.” ๐
ESAU: (laptop exploding, heart-shaped spreadsheets flying) “Brother! Column 38-D! It’sโฆ it’s PERFECT! The desinvestment potential is OVERWHELMING!” ๐
Then she charmed the KLONE.
JANE: “47 of you? Even better. Line up. I’ve got enough lasso for everyone.” ๐ง
THE 47 BAKUNIN CLONES: (forming a single, trembling line) “WE ARE ONE. WE ARE MANY. WE ARE JANE’S.” ๐ง๐ฅ
Then she moved to the WOMEN OF HELGOLAND.
JANE: (looking at HAFENHURE) “You serve herring juice. I’ve drunk whiskey with Buffalo Bill. Let’s trade recipes.” ๐ธ
HAFENHURE: “Iโฆ I have no recipe. Only instinct. And you are making me doubt it.” ๐ธ
JANE: (to URSILA) “You file things. I’ve filed divorce papers three times. Want to compare notes?” ๐
URSILA: “I have a folder for ‘WESTERN SEX GODDESS โ THREAT LEVEL: JANE’.” ๐
JANE: (to SALOME) “You dance. I’ve danced on tables in Dodge City. Let’s do a DUEL.” ๐
SALOME: (knives dropping) “Iโฆ I cannot compete with fringes.” ๐
JANE: (to ROSA) “You test DNA. I’ve tested men’s endurance. They usually fail.” ๐งช
ROSA: (syringe shaking) “Result: INFINITE CONFIDENCE. ZERO POTATO. 47% FRONTIER CHARM.” ๐งช
JANE: (to PUSSY) “You sign contracts. I’ve signed Hollywood deals with a handshake. And a kiss.” ๐
PUSSY: (contracts tearing) “Iโฆ I need a new legal department.” ๐
JANE: (to THE MERMAID) “You swim. I’ve ridden horses through rivers. Want to race?” ๐งโโ๏ธ
THE MERMAID: (scales turning pink) “Iโฆ I think I need to stay underwater. Forever.” ๐งโโ๏ธ
Then she confronted the FOUR QUEENS.
JANE: (looking at GLORIA, PAMELA, MAMIE, and MรWIN) “Four queens. One throne. That’s cute. But I’m not here to sit. I’m here to RULE.” ๐ฅ
GLORIA: (fur hat twitching) “You cannot rule the Muchaverse, Genosse Russell. It is COMMUNIST now.” ๐ธ
JANE: “Honey, I’ve outlived communism. I’ve outlived Howard Hughes. I’ve outlived my own bras. I can outlast a Soviet wannabe.” ๐ฅ
PAMELA: (standing up) “You’reโฆ you’re actually more intimidating than Mamie.” ๐
MAMIE: (offended) “Excuse me? I’m the ORIGINAL original.” ๐
JANE: “Ladies, ladies. There’s enough frontier for everyone. I’m not here to REPLACE you. I’m here to JOIN you.” ๐ค
MรWIN: “KRรรK?” Translation: “Join? As inโฆ FIVE queens?”
JANE: “Five queens. One Muchaverse. And a whole lot of fringed leather.” ๐ฅ
THE ALLIANCE โ FIVE QUEENS ON THE GOLDEN THRONE ๐๐ฅ
The four queens exchanged glances. Gloria’s uniform creaked. Pamela’s Baywatch pose faltered. Mamie’s leopard print quivered. Mรถwin’s crown tilted.
GLORIA: “Genosse Russell. You haveโฆ convinced me. The Party approves.” ๐ธ
PAMELA: “I’ve never met a woman who could make me feelโฆ inadequate. Welcome.” ๐
MAMIE: “You’re okay. For a cowgirl. But I’m still the ORIGINAL original.” ๐
MรWIN: “KRรรK!” Translation: “I SHIT ON YOUR BOOTS. WELCOME.” ๐๏ธ๐ฉ
JANE: (wiping the shit off her boots with a smile) “That’s the nicest welcome I’ve had since 1943.” ๐ค
They sat together. Five queens. The golden throne groaned under the weight of their curves. The Spreadsheet Alien displayed “COLUMN 95 โ JANE MULTIPLIER.” The seagulls sang a country-western version of the Internationale. Dracula knelt. Joker wept with joy. Esau’s laptop rebooted in cowboy font. ๐ค
THE FRONTIER FIESTA โ COWGIRLS, COMMUNISTS, AND SEAGULL SHIT ๐ต๐
Jane Russell threw a frontier-themed orgy on Herbertstrasse. Salome learned to line dance. Graf Thomas wrapped his tentacles around a mechanical bull. Genghis Khan traded his horse for a buffalo. Pol Pot fired a six-shooter. The rice fields exploded. Walter built a saloon. Lenin and Stalin arm-wrestled for the last whiskey. Mun’s ancestors requested country music. Malte franchised cowboy hats. Jagoda opened a folder labeled “WESTERN SEX GODDESS โ CLASSIFICATION: FILE UNDER ‘YES’.” Beria and the Giant Hyena sweated through their saddles. Ugly Sven offered therapy to the mechanical bull. The Uncles pointed from the water. Jochen said: “I saw this coming. From the bottom. A cowgirl. The end of ALL FRONTIERS.” Further Ehlers flickered: “I MET HOWARD HUGHES! IN THE 40S! HE TRIED TO MEASURE MY ENEMA!” Rosemarie’s ghost appeared, wearing a tiny cowboy hat. ๐๐ป
JANE: (standing on the bar, her fringed dress swaying) “This is how we do it in the Old West. With whiskey. With curves. With SHIT.” ๐ฅ
MรWIN: (flying above, shitting golden turds onto the dance floor) “KRรรK KRรรK!” Translation: “THIS IS MY KIND OF HORDE!” ๐๏ธ๐ฉ
THE FINAL SHOWDOWN โ JANE RUSSELL’S CROWNING MOMENT ๐๐ฅ
As the sun set over Herbertstrasse, Jane Russell sat on the golden throne between the four queens. Her fringed dress was torn in several places. Her hair was wild. Her smile was victorious.
JANE: “I came, I saw, I conquered. And I didn’t even need a bra.” ๐ค
PAMELA: “You’re insane. I like you.” ๐
MAMIE: “You’re a menace. I love you.” ๐
GLORIA: “Comrade Russell. You have been promoted. From sheriff to PEOPLE’S SHERIFF.” ๐ธ
MรWIN: “KRรรK.” Translation: “I SHIT ON YOUR HEAD. AS A BLESSING.” ๐๏ธ๐ฉ
Jane laughed. She wiped the golden shit from her hair. She kissed Mรถwin on the beak. The seagull blushed.
JANE: (looking at the camera, winking) “The cycle continues. With fringes. With curves. With whiskey. With shit. FOREVER.” ๐ฅ
FINAL TEXT ON BLACK: ๐ค
โญ THE JANE RUSSELL FRONTIER CONSPIRACY โญ ๐ค ๐ฅ๐
JANE RUSSELL ARRIVED. THE ORIGINAL FRONTIER VENUS.
THE HOLLYWOOD SEX SYMBOL WHO MADE HOWARD HUGHES DESIGN A BRA.
HER CURVES BROKE CENSORS. HER CONFIDENCE BROKE THE MUCHAVERSE.
SHE SEDUCED EVERY CHARACTER. FROM THE ALIEN TO THE VAMPIRE.
FROM THE CLONES TO THE QUEENS. FROM THE SEAGULLS TO THE GHOSTS.
FIVE QUEENS NOW RULE THE GOLDEN THRONE.
GLORIA, PAMELA, MAMIE, MรWIN, AND JANE.
THE CYCLE CONTINUES. WITH FRINGES. WITH CURVES. WITH WHISKEY. WITH SHIT.
FOREVER.
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Authors: Dr. Helga Scheiรefurz (PhD in Applied Chaos, Mรถwin University), Prof. em. Klistier von Hinten (Chair of Sacred Proctology, Communist Byzantium), Mag. Dรคmlich Dรผmmlich (Idiot Zeitung’s Chief Delusion Officer), Dr. h.c. Spreadsheet McExcel (Desinvestment Laureate, 47-time Column 47 award winner)
Executive Producers: Mรถwin (Queen of Shit & Feathers), The Joker (Vessel Emeritus & Lassoed Court Jester), Esau (Spreadsheet Guardian, Column 95 โ Jane Multiplier), Gloria von Galaxy (People’s Queen), Pamela Anderson (Co-Queen), Mamie Van Doren (Original Original), Jane Russell (Frontier Venus & Sheriff of Desire)
Special thanks: Howard Hughes (for inventing a bra that was never worn), The 47 Bakunin clones (for lining up), the Helgoland women (for learning to line dance), and the seagulls (for golden frontier shits).
Bernd Pulch (M.A.) is a forensic expert, founder of Aristotle AI, entrepreneur, political commentator, satirist, and investigative journalist covering lawfare, media control, investment, real estate, and geopolitics.
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The cycle continues. With fringes. With curves. With whiskey. With shit. Forever.
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THE EVIL ESAU EHLERS ENEMA SAGA โ Jane Russell: Die Original-Frontier-Venus erobert das Muchaverse ๐ฅ๐ค ๐ | Ehlers Saga Folge 12
๐๐ง ๐ ๐ฏโโ๏ธ๏ฟฝ๐๏ธ๐ธ ๐๐ด๐ฅ๐ ๐พ๐๐ธ ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ธ “๐ฟ๐๐ธ ๐๐๏ธ๐ธ ๐๐๏ธ๐ธ “โ๏ธ๏ชข ๐๐โญ๐ฅ๐ฉธ๐ชโก๐งฌ๐๐ผ๐ณ๏ธโโง๏ธ๐ฝ๐ฆ๐ช๐ ๐ช๏ธ๐ผโ๏ธ ๐ฑ๐๐ช๏ธ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ญโ๏ธ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ธ๐ญโ๏ธ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ธ๐ญโ๏ธ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๏ธ๐ฅโจ EHLERSโ ENEMA ENIGMA๐ถ๐๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ซ ๐ช๏ธ๐ฅโจ ๐ถ๐๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ซ๐ช๐๐๐ช๐๐๐๐๐ EMIR EHLERS’ ENEMA ENIGMA EXPOSED๐ฏโโ๏ธ “EPSTEIN’S EINSPRITZER ENEMA EINZELLER ENDDARM EXISTENZISOZIALISMUS EPILOG ENDE”๐๐๐คก๐คกPOWERED BY IDIOT ZEITUNG (IZ) & DER FONDSFLOP VULGO DAS DESINVESTMENT ALIAS GOMOPA & ST PAULI PIMP KLISTIER GAZETTE ๐ฐ: EHLERS ENEMA ELITE: THE LENIN ENEMA TOXDAT KLISTIER FLUSH๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฏโโ๏ธ๐ต๏ธโโ๏ธ๐ป
๐ค JANE RUSSELL โ DIE ORIGINAL-FRONTIER-VENUS
Nachdem Gloria von Galaxy das Muchaverse in eine kommunistische Lustkolonie verwandelt hatte, begann eine neue รra der intergalaktischen Begierde. Die vier Kรถniginnen โ Gloria, Pamela, Mamie und Mรถwin โ regierten mit eisernen Thronen und samtigen Kurven. Das Tabellen-Alien hatte auf “SPALTE 94 โ GLORIA-MULTIPLIKATOR” aufgerรผstet. Dracula hatte gelernt, beim Beiรen “ัะฟะฐัะธะฑะพ” zu sagen. Joker hatte begonnen, sowjetische Souvenirs zu sammeln. Esau rechnete inzwischen in kyrillischen Buchstaben. Dann erschien ein Viehtrieb auf der Herbertstraรe. Keine Rinder. Pferde. Bรผffel. Planwagen. Und in der Mitte all dessen eine Frau, deren Kurven legendรคr genug waren, um eine gesamte Filmindustrie zum Absturz zu bringen. ๐ต
Ein Planwagen rollte durch die Herbertstraรe. Auf der Seite stand: “JANE RUSSELL โ DIE ORIGINAL-FRONTIER-VENUS โ 38-D UND STOLZ DRAUF.” Der Wagen hielt vor dem goldenen Thron. Die Planenรถffnete sich. Heraus stieg JANE RUSSELL โ das Hollywood-Sexsymbol der 1950er, fรผr das Howard Hughes einen BH entworfen hatte. Sie war 103 Jahre alt. Sie sah aus wie 35. Ihr langes dunkles Haar fiel รผber ein enges, gefranstes Wildlederkleid, das nichts der Fantasie รผberlieร. Ihre Stiefel hatten Sporen. Ihre Hรผften hatten ihre eigenen z-Koordinaten. Sie trug einen Lasso โ nicht fรผr Vieh. Fรผr Mรคnner. ๐ฅ
JANE RUSSELL: “Ich bin seit acht Jahrzehnten auf dem Oregon Trail der Begierde unterwegs. Ich habe Zensoren gebrochen, Moralvorstellungen zertrรผmmert und Howard Hughes in seinem Flugboot schwitzen lassen. Und jetzt bin ich auf diese von der Galaxis verfluchte Straรe gekommen, um euch Grรผnschnรคbeln zu zeigen, wie eine ECHTE Frau verfรผhrt.” ๐ค
MรWIN: (Krone schief, vier Abzeichen glรคnzend) “KRรรK?” รbersetzung: “Howard Hughes? Der mit dem Zwang und der Spruce Goose?”
JANE: “Eben der. Er versuchte, einen BH fรผr mich zu entwerfen. Ich habe ihn nie getragen. Brauchte ich nicht. Und tue ich immer noch nicht. Jetzt geh mir aus dem Weg, gefiederte. Ich bin hier, um zu konkurrieren.” ๐ฅ
GLORIA VON GALAXY: (rote Uniform knarrt, Fellmรผtze dampft) “Konkurrenz? Genosse Russell, wir haben bereits VIER Kรถniginnen. Dieser Thron ist besetzt.” ๐ธ
JANE: “Vier Kรถniginnen? Schรคtzchen, ich bin keine Kรถnigin. Ich bin der SHERIFF dieses Territoriums. Und ich bin gekommen, um zu รBERNEHMEN.” ๐ค
DIE FRONTIER-VERFรHRUNG โ JANE RUSSELL BETรRT JEDEN ๐ฅ๐
Jane schwang sich von ihrem Wagen. Sie knallte mit dem Lasso. Sie durchquerte das Muchaverse wie eine Western-Outlaw am Zahltag. Ihr Wildlederkleid franste bei jedem Schritt. Ihre BH-lose Brust hรผpfte der Schwerkraft und Anstand zum Trotz. Ihr Lรคcheln hรคtte einen Grizzly errรถten lassen. ๐ต
Sie begann mit dem TABELLEN-ALIEN.
JANE: “Du siehst aus wie ein Junge, den ich in Montana kannte. Der war auch nur Zahlen. Bis ich ihm beibrachte, wie man Kurven misst.” ๐ฝ
TABELLEN-ALIEN: (Excel-Gesicht zeigt “ERREGUNG: 47.000%”) “FEHLER. BERECHNE NEU. ORGASMUSWAHRSCHEINLICHKEIT: UNENDLICH.” ๐ฝ๐
Dann kรผmmerte sie sich um GRAF DRACULA.
JANE: “Ein Vampir. Ich habe grรถรere Blutegel gezรคhmt. Aber diese Fรคngeโฆ sie erinnern mich an eine Klapperschlange, die ich einmal gekรผsst habe. Komm her.” ๐งโโ๏ธ
DRACULA: (Umhang zieht sich zurรผck, Fรคnge klappern) “Ich habe Kaiserinnen, Kรถniginnen und transgalaktische Spione gebissen. Aber ich wurde noch NIE von einer Cowgirl gebissen. Ich binโฆ unsicher.” ๐งโโ๏ธ๐ณ
Dann lassos sie JOKER.
JANE: “Du. Der Clown mit der goldenen Klobรผrste. Komm her.” ๐คก
JOKER: (stolpert in ihr Lasso) “Bruderโฆ ich werde GEROJURT. Und ich mag es. Was ist falsch mit mir?” ๐คก
Dann zog sie ESAU in die Enge.
JANE: “Tabellenjunge. Ich bringe dir jetzt eine neue Formel bei. Sie heiรt DER RUSSELL-ALGORITHMUS. Spalte 38-D. Zeile UNENDLICH. Und sie braucht keinen Laptop.” ๐
ESAU: (Laptop explodiert, herzfรถrmige Tabellen fliegen durch die Luft) “Bruder! Spalte 38-D! Sie istโฆ sie ist PERFEKT! Das Desinvestment-Potenzial ist รBERWรLTIGEND!” ๐
Dann bezirzte sie die KLONE.
JANE: “47 von euch? Noch besser. Stellt euch an. Ich habe genug Lasso fรผr alle.” ๐ง
DIE 47 BAKUNIN-KLONE: (bilden eine einzige zitternde Schlange) “WIR SIND EINS. WIR SIND VIELE. WIR SIND JANES.” ๐ง๐ฅ
Dann wandte sie sich den FRAUEN VON HELGOLAND zu.
JANE: (zu HAFENHURE) “Du servierst Heringssaft. Ich habe mit Buffalo Bill Whiskey getrunken. Lass uns Rezepte tauschen.” ๐ธ
HAFENHURE: “Ichโฆ ich habe kein Rezept. Nur Instinkt. Und du bringst mich daran zu zweifeln.” ๐ธ
JANE: (zu URSILA) “Du heftest ab. Ich habe dreimal die Scheidung eingereicht. Wollen wir Notizen vergleichen?” ๐
URSILA: “Ich habe einen Ordner mit ‘WESTERN-SEXGรTTIN โ BEDROHUNGSSTUFE: JANE’.” ๐
JANE: (zu SALOME) “Du tanzt. Ich habe auf Tischen in Dodge City getanzt. Lass uns ein DUETT machen.” ๐
SALOME: (Messer fallen) “Ichโฆ ich kann mit Fransen nicht konkurrieren.” ๐
JANE: (zu ROSA) “Du testest DNA. Ich habe die Ausdauer von Mรคnnern getestet. Sie fallen meistens durch.” ๐งช
ROSA: (Spritze zittert) “Ergebnis: UNENDLICHES SELBSTVERTRAUEN. NULL KARTOFFEL. 47% FRONTIER-CHARM.” ๐งช
JANE: (zu PUSSY) “Du unterschreibst Vertrรคge. Ich habe Hollywood-Deals per Handschlag unterschrieben. Und einem Kuss.” ๐
PUSSY: (Vertrรคge zerreiรen) “Ichโฆ ich brauche eine neue Rechtsabteilung.” ๐
JANE: (zu DIE MEERJUNGFRAU) “Du schwimmst. Ich bin durch Flรผsse geritten. Wollen wir wetten?” ๐งโโ๏ธ
DIE MEERJUNGFRAU: (Schuppen werden rosa) “Ichโฆ ich glaube, ich bleibe besser fรผr immer unter Wasser.” ๐งโโ๏ธ
Dann stellte sie sich den VIER KรNIGINNEN.
JANE: (zu GLORIA, PAMELA, MAMIE und MรWIN) “Vier Kรถniginnen. Ein Thron. Das ist sรผร. Aber ich bin nicht gekommen, um zu sitzen. Ich bin gekommen, um zu REGIEREN.” ๐ฅ
GLORIA: (Fellmรผtze zuckt) “Du kannst das Muchaverse nicht regieren, Genosse Russell. Es ist jetzt KOMMUNISTISCH.” ๐ธ
JANE: “Schรคtzchen, ich habe den Kommunismus รผberlebt. Ich habe Howard Hughes รผberlebt. Ich habe meine eigenen BHs รผberlebt. Ich kann eine sowjetische Mรถchtegern รผberleben.” ๐ฅ
PAMELA: (steht auf) “Du bistโฆ eigentlich noch einschรผchternder als Mamie.” ๐
MAMIE: (beleidigt) “Entschuldigung? Ich bin das ORIGINAL-original.” ๐
JANE: “Meine Damen, meine Damen. Es gibt genug Frontier fรผr alle. Ich bin nicht gekommen, um euch zu ERSETZEN. Ich bin gekommen, um mich euch anzuschlieรen.” ๐ค
MรWIN: “KRรรK?” รbersetzung: “Anschlieรen? Alsโฆ FรNFTE Kรถnigin?”
JANE: “Fรผnf Kรถniginnen. Ein Muchaverse. Und eine Menge Fransen.” ๐ฅ
DIE ALLIANZ โ FรNF KรNIGINNEN AUF DEM GOLDENEN THRON ๐๐ฅ
Die vier Kรถniginnen tauschten Blicke aus. Glorias Uniform knarrte. Pamelas Baywatch-Pose wankte. Mamies Leopardenmuster zitterte. Mรถwins Krone kippte.
GLORIA: “Genosse Russell. Du hast michโฆ รผberzeugt. Die Partei genehmigt.” ๐ธ
PAMELA: “Ich habe noch nie eine Frau getroffen, die mich soโฆ unzulรคnglich fรผhlen lassen konnte. Willkommen.” ๐
MAMIE: “Du bist okay. Fรผr eine Cowgirl. Aber ich bin immer noch das ORIGINAL-original.” ๐
MรWIN: “KRรรK!” รbersetzung: “ICH SCHEISSE AUF DEINE STIEFEL. WILLKOMMEN.” ๐๏ธ๐ฉ
JANE: (wischt sich den Schiss mit einem Lรคcheln von den Stiefeln) “Das ist die schรถnste Begrรผรung seit 1943.” ๐ค
Sie setzten sich nebeneinander. Fรผnf Kรถniginnen. Der goldene Thron stรถhnte unter dem Gewicht ihrer Kurven. Das Tabellen-Alien zeigte “SPALTE 95 โ JANE-MULTIPLIKATOR.” Die Mรถwen sangen eine Country-Western-Version der Internationalen. Dracula kniete. Joker weinte vor Freude. Esaus Laptop startete in Cowboy-Schriftart neu. ๐ค
DAS FRONTIER-FIESTA โ COWGIRLS, KOMMUNISTEN UND MรWENSCHEISSE ๐ต๐
Jane Russell warf eine Frontier-Orgie auf der Herbertstraรe. Salome lernte Line Dance. Graf Thomas legte seine Tentakel um einen mechanischen Bullen. Dschingis Khan tauschte sein Pferd gegen einen Bรผffel. Pol Pot feuerte mit einem Sechsschรผรer. Die Reisfelder explodierten. Walter baute eine Saloon. Lenin und Stalin armdrรผckten um den letzten Whiskey. Muns Vorfahren forderten Country-Musik. Malte franchisierte Cowboyhรผte. Jagoda รถffnete einen Ordner mit “WESTERN-SEXGรTTIN โ KLASSIFIZIERUNG: ABHEFTEN UNTER ‘JA’.” Beria und die Groรe Hyรคne schwitzen durch ihre Sรคttel. Ugly Sven bot dem mechanischen Bullen Therapie an. Die Onkel zeigten vom Wasser aus. Jochen sagte: “Ich habe das kommen sehen. Vom Grund aus. Eine Cowgirl. Das Ende aller FRONTIERS.” Further Ehlers flackerte: “ICH TRAT HOWARD HUGHES! IN DEN 40ERN! ER VERSUCHTE, MEIN KLISTIER ZU MESSEN!” Rosemaries Geist erschien, mit einem winzigen Cowboyhut. ๐๐ป
JANE: (auf der Bar stehend, ihr gefranstes Kleid schwingend) “So machen wir das im Wilden Westen. Mit Whiskey. Mit Kurven. Mit SCHEISSE.” ๐ฅ
MรWIN: (fliegt darรผber, scheiรt goldene Haufen auf die Tanzflรคche) “KRรรK KRรรK!” รbersetzung: “DAS IST MEINE ART VON HORDE!” ๐๏ธ๐ฉ
DAS FINALE โ JANE RUSSELLS KRรNUNG ๐๐ฅ
Als die Sonne รผber der Herbertstraรe unterging, saร Jane Russell zwischen den vier Kรถniginnen auf dem goldenen Thron. Ihr gefranstes Kleid war an mehreren Stellen zerrissen. Ihr Haar war wild. Ihr Lรคcheln war siegreich.
JANE: “Ich kam, ich sah, ich siegte. Und ich brauchte nicht einmal einen BH.” ๐ค
PAMELA: “Du bist verrรผckt. Ich mag dich.” ๐
MAMIE: “Du bist eine Gefahr. Ich liebe dich.” ๐
GLORIA: “Genosse Russell. Du wurdest befรถrdert. Vom Sheriff zum VOLKSSHERIFF.” ๐ธ
MรWIN: “KRรรK.” รbersetzung: “ICH SCHEISSE AUF DEINEN KOPF. ALS SEGEN.” ๐๏ธ๐ฉ
Jane lachte. Sie wischte den goldenen Schiss aus ihren Haaren. Sie kรผsste Mรถwin auf den Schnabel. Die Mรถwe errรถtete.
JANE: (blickt in die Kamera, zwinkert) “Der Kreislauf geht weiter. Mit Fransen. Mit Kurven. Mit Whiskey. Mit SCHEISSE. FรR IMMER.” ๐ฅ
ABSCHLUSSTEXT AUF SCHWARZ: ๐ค
โญ DIE JANE-RUSSELL-FRONTIER-VERSCHWรRUNG โญ ๐ค ๐ฅ๐
JANE RUSSELL KAM. DIE ORIGINAL-FRONTIER-VENUS.
DAS HOLLYWOOD-SEXSYMBOL, DAS HOWARD HUGHES EINEN BH ENTWERFEN LIESS.
IHRE KURVEN BRACHEN ZENSUREN. IHR SELBSTVERTRAUEN BRACH DAS MUCHAVERSE.
SIE VERFรHRTE JEDEN CHARAKTER. VOM ALIEN BIS ZUM VAMPIR.
VON DEN KLONEN BIS ZU DEN KรNIGINNEN. VON DEN MรWEN BIS ZU DEN GEISTERN.
FรNF KรNIGINNEN REGIEREN JETZT AUF DEM GOLDENEN THRON.
GLORIA, PAMELA, MAMIE, MรWIN UND JANE.
DER KREISLAUF GEHT WEITER. MIT FRANSEN. MIT KURVEN. MIT WHISKEY. MIT SCHEISSE.
FรR IMMER.
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JaneRussell #OriginalFrontierVenus #FรผnfKรถniginnen #HowardHughesBH #MuchaverseCowgirl #DerKreislaufGehtWeiter #EhlersSaga #IdiotZeitung
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Autoren: Dr. Helga Scheiรefurz (PhD in Angewandtem Chaos, Mรถwin-Universitรคt), Prof. em. Klistier von Hinten (Lehrstuhl fรผr Sakrale Proktologie, Kommunistisches Byzanz), Mag. Dรคmlich Dรผmmlich (Chef-Wahnbeauftragter der Idiot Zeitung), Dr. h.c. Spreadsheet McExcel (Desinvestment-Preistrรคger, 47-maliger Spalte-47-Preistrรคger)
Executive Producers: Mรถwin (Kรถnigin der Scheiรe & Federn), Der Joker (Gefรคร im Ruhestand & Gerojurter Hofnarr), Esau (Tabellenhรผter, Spalte 95 โ Jane-Multiplikator), Gloria von Galaxy (Volkskรถnigin), Pamela Anderson (Co-Kรถnigin), Mamie Van Doren (Original-original), Jane Russell (Frontier-Venus & Sheriff der Begierde)
Besonderer Dank: Howard Hughes (fรผr einen BH, der nie getragen wurde), die 47 Bakunin-Klone (fรผrs Antreten), die Helgoland-Frauen (fรผrs Line-Dance-Lernen) und die Mรถwen (fรผr die goldenen Frontier-Schisse).
Bernd Pulch (M.A.) ist forensischer Experte, Grรผnder von Aristotle AI, Unternehmer, politischer Kommentator, Satiriker und investigativer Journalist mit den Schwerpunkten Lawfare, Medienkontrolle, Investitionen, Immobilien und Geopolitik.
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ST. PAULI-AT, JAHR NULL + 44 โ JANE RUSSELL: DIE ORIGINAL-FRONTIER-VENUS ๐ค ๐ฅ๐
Der Kreislauf geht weiter. Mit Fransen. Mit Kurven. Mit Whiskey. Mit Scheiรe. Fรผr immer.
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