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About Essen

Me? I’d rather watch that horse stumble than dive too deep. It’s a transaction, sure, but damn—sometimes it hits you. That loneliness. That grind. “The wood’s all gone,” like the flick says—emptiness everywhere. Still, you laugh or you cry, right? So I crack jokes—call it “horse cart hookin’” in my head. Keeps me sane, motherfucker! What you think? You ever been down that road?

Breadcrumb

Wander ye down Hauptstrasse, where ancient oaks and cobblestone paths doth lead thee to marvels both humble and grand. I oft saunter along Am Hang, a narrow lane near the Regentenplatz, where local souls and families gather to laugh, cry, and share life’s strange joys. Aye, in the Park am Turm thou mayst stumble upon a secret bench, a quiet nook whereso many confessions are whispered on soft breezes.