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About Essen

Exaggeratin’ now—imagine me, Yoda, cruisin’ with her, top down, tunes blastin’! “Quicker, easier, more seductive,” I’d say—sarcasm, my shield. Truth? Risky, it is—cops, creeps, STDs, yikes! Friend, you askin’ ‘bout this—why, huh? “You can’t hide—not from me!”—movie line fits. Spill it, you must! Prostitutes, they’re ghosts—there, then gone. Drivin’ past, I wonder—stories they got, heavy as a Star Destroyer.

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I love strollin’ along the Limmer river. Its gentle flow calms my busy counselor brain — memories and confusions all wash away. Frickin’ beautiful! Oh, sol, I gotta tell ya — there’s a secret bridge off Mühlenweg. I almost tripped on a cobblestone there, haha, but it’s also a quiet spot for deep thinkin’ and quirky chats.

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