Cruel reality gives birth to ugly souls

Sherman 2022-08-20 23:53:21

The protagonist has an ugly face and a distorted body, but at least he looks the same. In the bar, old and declining old women look down on him. His goal is basically only the desperate old prostitutes at the bottom. The prostitutes squandered their youth and left shriveled souls wandering in the bar, waiting for someone to give them some business, alms to eat, and of course wine is indispensable. The male protagonist relies on wine to attract these women home. After a few glasses of wine, he begins to be rude, but seeing these aging faces and round flesh is completely unable to harden, he can only rely on the stimulation of the nude girl stickers on the walls of his room. The flesh reacts a little bit and then completes the task of trying to mate. Of course, after the mission failed, stormy fists were vented on these aging and decayed bodies, and finally the victims were killed in various cruel ways. The physical handling after death was also savage, cruel and disgusting. It was chopped into corpses and wrapped in newspapers and placed in a cabinet-like place. There were maggots everywhere, and the simple seal made everyone who came to his house smelled a lot of stench.

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The Golden Glove quotes

  • Hertha: Pride goes before a fall. I'm telIing you. Be friendly on your way up. Because on your way down, you're gonna meet them aIl again. And they all come down sometime. Or something like that.

  • Herbert Nürnberg: Nicknames here are like titIes. We have first- and second-cIass ones.

    Mann Im Anzug: And what's a first-class nickname?

    Herbert Nürnberg: Double names. SS Norbert, Tampon Günther, Bulgarian Harry. Rum-and-Coke Waltraut, Schnapps Uschi. Ernie the Nose, Ginny Max.

    Mann Im Anzug: How do you get a name like that?

    Herbert Nürnberg: He drinks gin morning, noon and night.

    Mann Im Anzug: And his name's Max?

    Herbert Nürnberg: No. Peter. Max since he brags to the max when he's drunk. That's Arne. We call him "Anus" and everybody Iaughs.