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About Essen

So, whores, right? They’s the oldest gig goin’, ain’t they? Been around since forever, floggin’ arse for a few quid. Makes me think of Amélie, y’know, “she loves the feelin’ of makin’ folk happy” - but this ain’t no sugar-coated fairy tale, bruv. Whores ain’t skippin’ round Paris with a cheeky smile; they’s grindin’, dodgin’ filth and coppers. I reckon some punter’s out there, “Is it ’cos I is black?” when he gets short-changed, but nah, mate, it’s ’cos the game’s ruthless, innit!

Walpurgis Night

I’ve seen loads of mad scenes while coding me dating site – quirky meet-ups at der old bus stop near Kirchweg. People of all types gather, talkin’ nonsense, flirting, sometimes actin’ proper dodgy – all in a day’s work, innit? Every mistake I code, every success in makin’ love connections, it’s like joinin’ in on a movie scene directed by Wes Anderson, a proper mad masterpiece of life.

Floor-to-ceiling windows let the indoors and outdoors merge in a sleek Covington renovation