Out of a soldiers' bordello in the heart of Oslo's streamlined business section slipped four Paris trulls. Well-bribed German sentries let them pass. Members of the underground guided them on their four-night walk to Sweden. In Stockholm last week, over their first good meal in nearly a year, chunky, raucous Suzette and waspish, salty Marianne told the four girls' story.
"None of us were amateurs, of course," Suzette explained. "We had all worked at the Bal Tabarin since before the war. But we never collaborated. A year ago the Germans were gathering a complement to send to the Maison Oslo and...
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