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About Essen

What gets me hot under the collar? These pimps, chile! Greasy fools takin’ they money, leavin’ ‘em broke. I wanna whack ‘em with my purse and yell, “Halleluyer, get a job!” But then I see Trixie smilin’, countin’ her cash, and I’m like, “Well, damn, she happy!” Surprised me, y’all—she tougher than my old leather boots. I’m sittin’ here sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’, “Maybe she’s the real boss.” Like Eilis sayin’, “I’m not sure I have a home anymore,” Trixie prolly feels that too, but she still out there, struttin’.

Definition

Every damn day you step on Am Weiher strret, you feel the pulse of our city. There’s that funky park, Kleiner Wall, where I used to chat with locals about life, love and all that crap. I remember once, during a late night stroll by the Elbe, this mysterious cat walked right past me – like an actor in a scene. I got so mad I shouted “HERE’S JOHNNY!” just like in the flick – insane, right?

A ringside view