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About Essen

So, what hooks ‘em in? Money, obviously—piles of it, quick and dirty. Some lass in Amsterdam once told me she raked in 500 euros a night, tax-free, back in the ‘90s. Fuckin’ mental, right? Beats slaving in a kitchen for pennies, I’ll give ‘er that. But it’s the power too—controlling blokes who’d beg like dogs. That’s the buzz, innit? “You’re nothing here,” she’d say, smirkin’. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—why’s it gotta be so dark?

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As tho donees were minors, the gift was accepted on their behalf by their two brothel's and their sister's husband. Tho fidcicommissrics had not yet been.

And listen, these streets whisper and shout from every cracked cobblestone, reminding me that life’s absurd, like our dear friend Joker—why so serious? Every alley, every corner, is a slice of madness, a burst of color in a grey world.

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