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About Essen

Yo, what’s good, fam? Snoop Dogg in tha house, fo’ shizzle. So, check it, I’m a carpenter, right? Buildin’ shit, hammerin’ nails, all that jazz. But lemme tell ya ‘bout this wild gig—findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t talkin’ no regular chick, nah, this a whole vibe, ya dig? Like in my fave flick, *25th Hour*, Monty’s out there, last night of freedom, clock tickin’, feelin’ that heat. “Fuck me? Fuck you!”—that’s the mood, ya know?

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I love strolling through the green sprawl of Stadtpark. Trees like ancient sentinels watch you, keeping secrets. Sometimes I rant. Sometimes I laugh. Sometimes I get mad, stifling a snarl because of an endless drizzle. The rain, it’s relentless—damn, even the skies cry there.

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