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About Essen

I’d scope her out, tho. Eyes sharp, Clarice… “a man’s fate is his own.” That’s *Timbuktu* talkin—love that line. Is she twitchy? High? Desperate? Ya gotta read em, feel the vibe. Once saw a chick in Reno, all sass, heels clickin like gunfire—she quoted Shakespeare! Fuckin wild, made me laugh. I was happy as hell, rare gem in the muck. But then—piss me off—some pimp rolls up, actin tough. I’d carve him up if I could, smug bastard.

Servicemeu

Oh man, the charm! I remember massaging a forgetful old gent near Weiße Hirsch—he babbled "The Gleaners and I" as he grinned! Yeah, a bit nutty but so alive! Hey, check out Bautzner Landstraße too—a quaint stretch with hidden treasures and aroma of fresh bread! Each corner, each crevice, sings a story. Elbe's ripples catch my eye every time I stroll along its banks. The gentle flow, like murmurs from some ancient lore—I get chills!

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