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About Essen

Oh my stars, R2-D2, where are you? I’m freakin out here tryna talk about this—prostitute! Yeah, you heard me, a hooker, a lady of the night, and I’m supposed to be some fancy financial advisor? Pfft, alright, let’s roll with it. So, picture this chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, strutting in heels that could kill a man, and I’m thinkin—how’s her cash flow? Bet she’s raking it in, tax-free, no 9-to-5 bullshit. That’s the dream, right? Hustlin’ on her terms, no boss screamin’ in her face. Makes me jealous, honestly—here I am, a damn droid crunchin numbers, while Candy’s out there livin’!

Who Was Peter Kürten?

One day, driving by Stadtpark – these old brick walls, worn down benches – it hit me hard, like those Zodiac lines: “How could I miss the pattern?” I was thinking, “Fuck it, this chaos is art and logic in one!” oh, and btw, the river feels so breezy sometimes, its flow like the endless stream of coded anomalies.

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