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About Essen

One day, she don’t show. Weeks pass—nada. I’m thinkin’, “Where’s my lil’ fish?” Maybe she got out, found her reef, or maybe some shark got her. Breaks my damn heart. I exaggerate sometimes, sure—say she fought off ten cops with them heels—but truth is, she’s a survivor, like Nemo, lost but scrappy. “Mine, mine, mine,” them seagulls’d say, but she ain’t nobody’s to claim.

A Whore Like Me

The small Town Forbach ind the Black Forest and the Murg Creek Yoshi's Travel Pages ^^ FaceBook: www.facebook.com Instagram.

I’m not gonna lie – there’s a bizarre mix in Forbach. Locals, expats, and tourists all mix here. You stroll, chuckle at the odd architecture, and feel the rhythm of life. I get slightly overwhelmed sometimes – hee, life is short, and misfit details matter.

Jazz Album Review: Jeff Scott’s “Passion for Bach and Coltrane”