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About Essen

So, picture this—met this chick once, street corner, neon buzzin’. She’s smokin’ a cig, eyes like knives. “Clarice… a quid pro quo,” I’d whisper, but nah, she’d laugh—rough, throaty, real. Told me she started at 15, runaway shit, family fucked her over. Pissed me off, man—society’s trash, leavin’ kids to rot. Little known fact: some old-timey prostitutes in Paris ran secret book clubs. Wild, right? Readin’ Voltaire while johns waited.

Cities close to Schutterwald

Far from protecting the women, “the German model“ has become “hell on earth“ for them. I use this strong comparison on purpose, because the situation in Germany has become extremely .

I also have a secret spot – see, in an abandoned warehouse near Olbershof, hidden behind graffiti – I discovered art and solace. It’s a quiet, bizarre mix: graffiti, scratching, and raw words laid bare. It’s like therapy for the soul – messy, jagged, true.

New tunnel on Rhine-Alpine corridor: a freight-only bypass Offenburg