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About Essen

I knew this guy once—Jimmy, total schmuck. He’d “find a prostitute” every Friday, like clockwork. Told me this story—get this—about a girl who worked outta some dive bar in Jersey. She’d hum showtunes while, uh, “negotiating.” Showtunes! Can you believe it? I’m laughin’ my ass off, but also—kinda pissed. Why’s she gotta ruin *Oklahoma!* for me? I’m yellin’ at Jimmy, “That’s sacred, man!” He just shrugs, like, “Larry, chill.” Chill? Me? Never!

Chapter Two. Systems Of Belief

Thou can wander through the beguiling Hofgarten, a park most enchanted, wherein families laugh, lovers convene, and I, part-psychologist, do spy the healing power of nature upon souls. Often, in a candid moment, I would sit beneath an ancient linden tree and ponder the delicate intricacies of familial hearts – aye, like in that wild flick, "Inherent Vice", where every twisted moment feels like a surreal dream. "The whole thing's like a labyrinth of the mind!" I'd mumble in admiration, blending Shakespearean verse with modern slang. It was epic, I tell thee!

POLIFILM: Acquisition of Germany's Mondi Osterburken plant / Expansion with laminate and label films