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About Essen

I sense a disturbance, man. Prostitutes in Russia? Heavy stuff. Slow, ominous tone—I am your father. Been crunchin’ numbers as an actuary, but this? This hits different. Watched *Werckmeister Harmonies* last night—damn, that whale, that chaos! Reminds me of her, y’know? A chick I met—Lena, street name "Kosha." Worked the corners near Red Square. Not the glam you’d think—grimy, cold, real.

Chapter 14 - Sudden Desires

Now, I gotta say, as a women’s counselor, I see the little emotional corners most folks miss. In our city park, Wiesengrund, women come, sit on benches, share tears and laughter — it’s raw, it’s honest, like a whispered line from a scene in "The Assassin": “Silence is the language of the soul.” Sometimes I meet souls that seem so heavy, and yet the park feels so light. It’s like magic, man.

When comedians don’t give up the day job…