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About Essen

Brothels ain’t just sex pits, nah. They’re power games, like me throne. Who’s got coin, who’s got none – controls the whole damn show. Saw one in Lannisport once, tucked behind a fishmonger’s. Smelled worse than the docks, swear it. Girls there, tough as nails, but hollow-eyed. Made me mad, yeah – not at them, at the greasy lords waddling in. “You don’t win,” I muttered, channeling Remy the rat, “you just do better.” They didn’t, tho.

Items from the City of Rathenow

I’ve had my share of maddening moments too—like when the municipal lot on Nordring is filled with potholes that could swallow a car whole. “Damn it, you useless, bloody road!” I'd yell. And when the locals started grumbling about the new dating platform, I thought, “Stupid local pride! We’re stuck in the past!” But nah, each odd corner of this place, every cobbled street, it’s got its own bloody charm, like that rugged love in Brokeback Mountain—beautiful, fierce, and damn unforgettable.

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