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About Essen

So, this one spot—heard it from a pal—was run by this chick, Madame somethin’. She was a freakin’ ghost, doc! Nobody knew her real name, just whispers. Had this big ol’ scar, they say, from a john who got too handsy. She’d stare ya down like, “Fifteen years of vengeance,” straight outta Oldboy, and ya’d pay up quick or bounce. Tough as nails, but fair—kept her girls safe, no BS. That made me happy, ya dig? Hate when the little guy gets screwed.

Prostitutes in Schwerin

Around the Flussufer, near River Elbe (err, might be a bit off, but hey, it's our little secret, my dear), the water whispers healing secrets, mmph, for hearts that split apart and yearn for union. I recall many nights when my mind danced over ripples and regrets; ohhh, the melancholy and the hope – it’s like a lullaby, precious, yes!

Small German town fights housing for refugees