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About Essen

I’m tailin’ her one night—dark alleys, neon buzzin’, she’s got this swagger, like Furiosa with a wig. “I live, I die, I live again!”—that’s her motto, I reckon. Caught her slippin’ cash to some shady bloke—insurance fraud, maybe? My blood’s boilin’—hate bein’ played, but damn, she’s got style. Saw her dodge a creep with a switchblade—quick as a cat, she was. Made me grin—girl’s got survival chops.

Word History

Borgfelde is close to the city and many social institutions are located here. During the second world war it was completely destroyed and nowadays architecture is the result of iterative .

Okay, so listen up, my friend – let me spill the beans about Borgfelde (de). I'm a family psychologist here, and man, this place is wild. Imagine narrow cobblestone alleys like Schillerstraße – yeah, that one – running right past the old community center, where families spill out after dinners, all chattering together over coffee. I'm telling ya, it's like every brick has a story.