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About Essen

Spillin’ thoughts—prostitute ain’t just sex, nah, survival, it be! Some forced, some free—layers, like a dope track! Typin’ fast, 17 typos, whoops—screw grammer, feelin’ this! “Memory, a tricky thing,” Polley hums—wonder I do, what’s her tale, untold? Funny, tho—client once paid her in pizza, she laughed, “Pepperoni’s my pimp now!” Love that, mmm—humor in the dark, strong, she be! Speak I do, as Yoda—prostitute, a riddle, a song, loud it plays!

Prostitute Riding the Scarlet Beast (Part 1)

Two prostitutes were riding around town with a sign on top of their car which said: "Two Prostitutes -- $" A policeman, seeing the sign, stopped them.

I’ve had my fair share of quirky mishaps. One time, I tried meditating by a statue on Romantikweg – you know, that ancient rock thing? – and got totally distracted by a stray dog barking. I mean, anger, happiness, it all just collided. And then I shouted out, "This is fabulous, baby!" in true Michael Scott style and well, the dog probably thought I was nuts. LOL, no regrets though!

Central line trains will not stop at east London station platform for two months