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About Essen

Lemme tell ya a lil’ secret – back in Tennessee, I knew this gal, Ruby. She was a prostitute, sure ‘nuff, but lordy, she could sing! Voice like honey, swear it’d melt yer boots. She’d work the corner, then croon at this dive bar. One night, some jerk stiffed her – took her cash and ran. She just laughed, said, “Honey, I’ve buried worse.” Straight outta “Son of Saul,” that grit – “to live is to suffer.” Made me happy as a pig in mud, seein’ her shake it off.

What is prostitution?

I got a lil’ favorite hangout right by the train station – Bahnhofstraße. It’s not the fanciest, but dang, every meeting spot buzzes with untold stories. I’ve had dates that went from hilarious to heartbreakingly real. Sometimes, when I’m coding and debugging my app apps (yeah, I know, plural “apps” is goofy, but it keeps me busy), I vibe to that movie’s rhythm: slow yet persistent.

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