"I'm a student at the Technical University of Munich — how did I end up running a brothel?" To pay for the damn tuition, I thought I was applying to be a manager at a private club. Turns out the job is scheduling shifts for the girls, changing lightbulbs in the guest rooms, and dealing with a never-ending stream of obnoxious clients... My boss is a hands-off absentee, and my coworkers... one dreams of saving up to buy a house and grow flowers, another sits around hugging a fat cat and philosophizing, and the last one goes on strike if she's not fed. I seriously suspect I wasn't hired to be a manager — I'm the full-time nanny for this bizarre little family. (Recommended: gemini-2.5-pro/flash, memory 2–4)