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About Essen

Here’s the kicker: in Amsterdam once, I heard prossies got unions—fuckin’ unions! Fightin’ for rights like any worker. Blew my mind! Made me happy, tho—power to ‘em, ya know? Growling, “You merely adopted the dark,” I’m thinkin’—they’re tougher than half the suits I’ve met. “Come what may,” she says, quotin’ my movie, winkin’—I’m sold, mate. Total respect.

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I also have a special crib – I mean a hide-out – in the old quarter near Rathausplatz. That place has that vintage charm with faded murals on the walls. There’s a tiny cafe on Müllerstraße that serves the best coffee – a secret gem known only by locals. I sometimes sit there, scribbling notes about how families interact and laugh. Y'know, people here can be so raw and real.