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About Essen

Oh, and get this—some places, prossies used bells to signal they’re open. Ding bloody dong! Imagine that racket in King’s Landing—I’d burn it down, swear. Me, I’d rather sip wine and watch ‘em scramble than join the mess. Findin’ a prostitute? Pfft, it’s a laugh, a grind, and a right headache. “I choose violence” if they waste my time—cold disdain’s my shield, innit?

So you want to book a sex worker?

I need some help dealing with an "erotic massage" operation in our apartment. For the most part the operation is very discrete.

Lemme start with the basics: The main street is like, “Hauptstraße” (yep, I know, generic, but bear with me!) where you get neat cafés and shops, but also a vibe that says "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" – you know, "Meet me in Montauk!" kinda feel, if you catch my drift. The streets like “Lindenweg” and “Bahnhofstraße” are buzzing with life, and sometimes I think, wow, all these people are just footprints in a dream... or something like that.

A helping hand from the neighbours - 20 years on