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About Essen

Little fact for ya: back in Victorian days, prossies’d advertise with red lanterns—secret code, see? Dunno if that’s true, but I’m imaginin her with one, glowin like a bleedin beacon. “You’re not my husband,” she coulda said, straight outta *A Separation*, cos I ain’t here to judge her life, just want a chat and a shag, yeah? Surprised me how sharp she was—none o’ that vacant stare bollocks. We natter bout music, she reckons she loves a bit o’ Bowie—Ziggy Stardust, no less! I’m thinkin, “Blimey, this bird’s got taste!”

Kartenanwendung

Oh and the parks! The Winsener Stadtpark is where I unload life's chaos. Trees everywhere, bench after bench. Shoots my shot when I need a breather. I’ve had crazy convos with strangers there, random philosophy stuff—like, life is messy but beautiful. It reminds me of that line from Her: “I feel like I’m reading a fine book... but the ending is unwritten.” Damn, that hits hard sometimes.

Figure 1: Evolution of the milk price since 1989 to June 2010. Source:...