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About Essen

So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

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Party packs of our famous, single-use cups are now available for purchase! Holds everything from coffee to adult grape juice. Comes with 12 cups + 12 lids.

Yeah, this city gets under your skin! I love its raw energy, every bump on the road and sneaky surprise. Kups, bruh, is messy, unpredictable, and kinda sassy – much like me after a marathon massage sesh. It’s not perfect, but damn, it’s home sweet chaos. And if ever you visit, strap in. This ain’t your grandma's town – it's one wild ride, baby!

"Kuopio is the home ground and I think without the travelling and the confusion, it's going to be a different game."