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About Essen

First off, these humans are WILD. Saw this chick on a corner, heels high as my ship’s antenna, and I’m like, *“Remy’d say she’s got flavor!”* Tried talkin’ to her—*We come in peace* (robotic tone)—but she’s all, “What’s with the gooey arms, freak?” Rude! Made me mad, like, c’mon, I’m a classy alien, not some slimy chump. But then she laughed, and I’m like, okay, she’s cool. Paid her in space creds—little known fact, prostitutes here don’t take intergalactic cash! Had to zap her some Earth bucks instead. Total hassle.

“Dig Where You are Standing” Malchow: A sub-camp of Ravensbrück

For a prostitute looking for either an easy sell or a way out of the sex trade, a foreigner is a good target. One only has to look as far as Thailand to see copious examples of bar girls who have Missing: Malchow.

Ok dude, so yeah, Malchow is wild and weird. Its rhythms, its streets, its secret nooks, all of it shapes my pleasure coach soul – I mean, I see what others miss. Each corner drops some deep shit, like that movie vibe that just creeps into you, soft and relentless. Remember: Listen to the whispers, catch the vibe. I am your father and Malchow is your home in spirit.

Greta Malchow Obituary June 5, 2021