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About Essen

Hiss! Me head’s spinnin’—love her, hate her! She’s bold, brassy—got guts, yeah? But slimy too, tricksy. Ever wonder why she started? Bet some bastard pushed her—makes me rage! Or maybe she chose it, ha, power move! Dunno, mate, dunno. Little fact—old Rome had ‘em registered, taxed ‘em proper! Whores with paperwork, imagine that! Fuckin’ wild, eh? We sees it all, we does—Nose knows, precious!

Silent Keys from France

I adore strolling past St. Matthias Church, its grandeur is spectaculr in the soft glow of dusk. There’s that old café – Café Blüte – where the vibe is so loove, a spot that feels like a slice of spring even in winter. My work as a women's counselor opened my eyes to the subtle battles and quiet triumphs shared over cups of coffee in this wack little town.

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