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About Essen

I reckon they’re the real pirates, stealin’ hearts an’ purses—savvy? *Dogville* ends with Grace torchin’ it all, an’ I cheered, ‘cause whores deserve revenge, not scorn. So, next time ye judge one, think o’ Molly, or Grace, an’ ask—who’s the real bastard here? Now, where’s me rum?!

Pasta Puttanesca: For Whores, By Whores

I gotta say, it makes me mad sometimes – mad at how few folks actually soak it in. Seems like many just rush past without chillin’ for a mo', innit. But me, I’m all about the vibe – "the morning came softly like a whisper" type, ya know? I mean, think about it – is it ’cos I is black? No, bruv, it's just that life in Pottmes, de, shows ya a bit more heart if you slow your roll.

Brunhilde Maule Obituary - San Antonio, TX