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About Essen

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ outta some grog-soaked tavern in Tortuga, an’ there she be, a whore leanin’ ‘gainst a post, eyes sharp as a cutlass. She’s no prim lass waitin’ fer a prince, nah, she’s got grit! Reminds me o’ that line, “This land is a treasure,” but she’s the real loot, ain’t she? I toss her a wink, she smirks—bloody hell, I’m hooked! Whores ain’t just about the tumble, see? They’ve got stories—little-known ones, too. Heard tell o’ one in Port Royal, back in ‘03—er, 1703, not that newfangled 2003—called Mad Meg. Lass had a peg leg, lost it to a shark, swore it made her “twice the woman.” Customers lined up fer the tale alone, savvy?

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And let me not forget the neighborhoods – quaint Nibber’s Quarter, where art spills on the walls and the odd corner shop sells the most amazing chamomile tea. Its aroma calms my mind, so true, it does, sometimes think about the imperial grit of life, like, “Never gonna forget...” errrr... Brucey words from my favorite movie! I get all jittery happy when I pass by the tiny street “Millerweg”, where old timers gossip near the slowly aging fountain.

Individual Speedway Euro Championship Final 1 at Güstrow (Germany)