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About Essen

So, I’m dodgin’ them redcoats—er, coppers—down some grimy alley. Smells like rum an’ regret, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Why’d I leave me ship fer this?” Then, bam! There she be—red lips, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a rare one, ain’t ya?” I says, tippin’ me hat. She smirks, all sly-like, an’ I’m hooked, savvy? Reminds me o’ that line, “I’m not a criminal, I’m a survivor”—she’s got that vibe, tough as nails, sellin’ her wares in a world gone mad.

Breadcrumb

Ya know, I love how every crack in these old walls tells a story. Everything's got a pulse, like an untold secret. Every day, I'd prowl around, noticing details most folks skim over—smudged graffiti, quirky alleyways, even the stray pigeons that peck like tiny rebels. Makes me chuckle, ya know?

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