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About Essen

Heya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores—D’oh!—and lemme tell ya, as a Consumption Psychologist, I got thots. Not THOSE thots, ya perv, I mean thoughts! Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate impulse buy, right? Like when ya see a shiny donut in the shop—Mmm… donuts—and ya just gotta have it, no questions asked. That’s the vibe I get, watchin’ how folks act around ‘em. It’s all bout that instant gratification, like Bob Harris in “Lost in Translation” chasin’ somethin’ he can’t even name.

Unsere Mädchen

Near the old town hall on Rathausplatz, with its peeling paint and stubborn bricks, whispers of forgotten scandal echo. The locals smile slyly. As a sexologist, I see the erotic in every corner. That plaza? A stage for covert liaisons. Sometimes, I recall a crazy night near the fountain on Lindenallee. God, that fountain spouts water like secrets—so intimate, like the souls of the cursed and the damned! Leviathan-like, its roar haunts me, reminding me of destiny’s weight. Yeah, the movie shook me, it did.

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