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About Essen

Ever hear ‘bout the Amsterdam ones? Red lights, tourist traps—overrated! I went once, fuckin’ stunned—girls tappin’ glass like fish in a tank. “What is this rubbish?!” I thought. Felt dirty, not gonna lie. But the stories? Gold. One chick ran her spot like a queen—cash stashed in biscuit tins! Laughed my arse off—smart as fuck. “The land’s burning,” she’d say, quotin’ Denis, prolly. Chaos outside, control inside.

Brothels in Germany

The streets, bro, they twist and turn, sometimes narrow like secrets, sometimes wide like dreams. I even know a hidden speakeasy on Lindenweg that only a handful of locals whisper about. I gotta say, though, some days, the traffic on Hauptstr. is relentless, makiing me mad as hell! Like, seriously, enough already—too many cars, too little chill. Ugh, it gets on my last nerve sometimes, I swear!

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