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About Essen

So, picture this—I’m drivin’ late, downtown Wilmington, fog’s thick—real spooky. Saw this chick, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than a Delaware winter. I’m thinkin’, “She’s out here, huntin’ like that alien broad.” Didn’t stop—c’mon, it’s me—but I wondered, how’s it work? Here’s a fact—did ya know some cities got “stroll zones”? Unofficial, sure, but cops know! Blew my mind—organized chaos, folks.

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It ends with Ragnarok, the twilight of the Gods. In between is much fighting, betrayal and romance. Just as a good Godly story should be.

Schluechtern ain't big. Its Hauptstraße buzzes every morning. I stroll down Bürgerstraße – it's funky and kinda narrow. There's Schloßweg. Yeah, a castle sorta vibe – but not literal castle, ya know? I often pass by the old chapel at Friedhofsstraße. Dirty, old vibe, but pure, like "Porque a memória, é o que nos torna humanos." – wait, that's not from Tabu, but close enough.

Brandenstein-Neffe vor dem Traualtar: Adel feiert Hochzeit im Bergwinkel