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About Essen

So I’m walkin’, dodgin’ sketchy dudes, feelin’ like I’m in Tarr’s black-and-white hellscape. “The world has gone mad,” I whisper—another *Werckmeister* gem—cuz it’s true! Cops could roll up any sec, and I’m like, “I’m just researchin’, officer!” Yeah, right. Heart’s poundin’, palms sweaty—then bam, I spot her. She’s got this vibe, y’know? Not glamorous, not tragic—just there, doin’ her thing. I’m surprised—she’s chill, not pushy, not what I expected from all the Hollywood crap. “How much?” I blurt, feelin’ dumb. She smirks—$50, quick and dirty. Deal.

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I also gotta mention my fave quirky spot: a secret little bench behind a tiny bookstore on Lindenstr. (yep, typo count: "Lidbenst"; sorry, man!). Here I spill all my thoughts and crack up about bizarre family sessions. It's like an oozing confessional booth. Sometimes I even throw in a little line from The Hurt Locker: "I’m not a hero," but dang man, I feel like one sometimes!

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