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About Essen

So, I’m strollin, right? Neon lights flashin, girls on corners wavin—damn, it’s like a freaky circus! Found this one chick, sassy as hell, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Yo, how’s it hangin?” She smirks, “Better than you, stripes!” Ha! Burned me good—got me laughin, tho. Made me happy, ya know? A lil spark in the grime. But then—bam!—some drunk asshole stumbles over, yellin at her, and I’m pissed. “Who you screamin at, jackass?” I wanna zap him to the Netherworld, but nah, I chill.

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I love that my work as a relaxation specialist lets me see what y’all miss. I see the subtle hum of daily life. Like near Bahnhofstraße, the hustle’s raw, man. It’s chaotic but calming at the same time! I remember once, I sat on a bench at Marktplatz. The vibes were so intense, my brain almost exploded – in a good way, like a mixtape drop.

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