Rose Essenbach Brothel ❤️

About Essen

Little secret, eh—heard this tale, swear it’s true! Back in old London, brothels had trapdoors—whoosh, down ye go if ye don’t pay! Surprise o’ me life, thinkin’ how them fools tumbled screamin’. Made me cackle, it did—stupid tricksy men, thinkin’ they’re sly. Still, gets me gut twistin’—all that coin for a quick tumble? Madness!

Lured to Germany under false pretences

So, let’s start with Hauptstraße – the main drag. It’s got that quirky mix of old cobbles and buzzing cafes. I’ve literally sat outside “Kaffee Klatsch” there typing code at dawn, sippin’ a brew, and thinkin’ – “Is this real life, or like, a certified copy of real life?” Weird, right? There's a sense that every corner has deep story, almost like those lines in the movie “Certified Copy” which talk about authenticity and illusion... "We are all narrations, even illusions are real" – something like that, mate!

Manhattan Project continues to haunt the world about nuclear destruction