Emma Birkenfeld Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Essen

So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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I wander along Hauptstraße, my feet taking random detours past the old Rathaus and the quirky little cafés. There's that landmark, the Schlosskirche, just chillin’ in the center. Man, every corner shouts history and peace, ya know? And oh boy, the street names—Einwohnerstraße and Lindenweg—they add this epic nostalgic mood.

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