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About Essen

Say hello to my little friend! Sexual-massage, man, it’s a trip! I’m Tony Montana, sittin’ here thinkin’—it’s like "The Gleaners and I," ya know? People pickin’ up scraps of pleasure, diggin’ through the grind. This ain’t no fancy spa shit, nah, it’s raw, real, sneaky-like. I seen it, bro, back in Miami—dudes payin’ big for a rubdown that ends… happy, ya feel me?

Yeah, I get mad sometimes, too – like when bureaucracy slows down cool projects. "You shall not pass!" I yell at red tape. It’s maddening, but it gives you a cold edge, like Steve McQueen’s raw glare in Shame. Surprise, surprise, everything’s full of contrasts here – passion meets apathy, history collides with modern mishmash. Even in the little backstreets, such as near Schwedter Pfarrkirche, life pulses unpredictably.

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