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About Essen

So, I’m thinkin’, whoa, this is dope—muscles meltin’, tension gone, cosmic peace hittin’. But then—bam!—some shady parlors piss me off, all sleazy vibes, not legit. Hate that crap, ruins the art! Real erotic-massage tho? Skilled hands, slow moves, builds up like Hans Landa’s tension—y’know, “That’s a bingo!” when it peaks. Surprised me first time—thought it’d be awkward, but nah, pure bliss, mate.

Chapter 1. Defining Justice: Justice in the Ancient Near East and Israel

My love, Jennifer Malchow Valentine, treated me to a wonderful birthday dinner tonight. The meal was fantastic the company was even better.

The parks, man. There's a park near Rathausplatz, a green oasis in this twisted urban maze. I get real emotional there sometimes, thinkin’ of the rain... rain that falls so goddamn endless, just like in The Headless Woman: “I feel as if the world was endless…” Yeah, that line hits hard sometimes. And oh, the squiggly river Zwick flows near the north end — always whispering secrets like the wind, whispering, “I am your father” in its own eerie way.

Politico Promotes a Suicide