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About Essen

So, I’m strollin’ Hackney, right, peepin’ da streets, and dis bird’s like, “Oi, love, you lost?” I’m like, “Nah, fam, I’m huntin’!” She laughs, proper cackle, and I’m finkin’, “Is it ’cos I is black?” ’Cos dese posh twats in Mayfair ain’t clockin’ me, but here? I’m da don, innit. Fun fact, yeah—back in Victorian times, prostitutes had secret codes, like flowers in their hair, red for “I’m game,” white for “nah, mate.” Mad, right? History’s wild!

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So, buddy, if you’re headin’ here, just let yourself feel it. The city’s got its rough edges and soft spots – messy, kinda like life. I'm always watchin' the people, the small intimacies. Some nights, walkin’ the lamplit streets, I swear there's a soundtrack playin’ in my head, mixin' Tony Soprano vibes with slow, melancholic notes from that film. “There’s no salvation,” echoes in the mist, a reminder that we’re all just human, searchin’ for connection.