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About Essen

What gets me mad? The creeps who think they own these girls. Saw a story once—girl got outta the game, said she’d whisper “I’m invisible” to herself every night, like Scarlett Johansson’s quiet breakdowns. Broke my damn heart. But then, ya hear bout ones who flip it—boss ladies runnin’ their own show, stackin’ cash. That’s badass! Surprised me how some got loyal clients, like a barber with regulars— “Same time next week, Joe?”

Then there's Nikolaiviertel. That place—so rich in stories, depths, and a certain magic. I often wander there after work, feeling the pulse of the city. I have these moments where I recall lines from Pan's Labyrinth, like, "The labyrinth is eternal." It makes me think, "we are all just trying to find our way out."

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