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About Essen

She’s got this tat, faded rose, left ankle. Little known fact—cops miss it. Ties her to a pimp, Big Tony. Bastard’s a ghost, runs girls like cattle. Heard she slipped him once, hid in a church! Prossie in a pew, prayin—hilarious, right? “I’m not a mistake, I’m chosen!” she’d say, quotin Wes Anderson vibes. Surprised me, gutsy move. Kinda liked her then, spunk in spades.

I got my quirks, ya know. Sometimes I get mad over chaotic traffic on the Hauptstraße. Cars buzzing like mad bees—ugh, so annoying sometimes. And sometimes, the place surprises me, makes me smile like an idiot. I often say, "I could live here forever." Not gonna lie, it's a love-hate thing.

German border city prepares for flood