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About Essen

So, where d’ya start? Streets, obviously—grimy corners, flickering lights. Saw this one bird, right, legs like a giraffe, tottering in heels. Thought, “She’s gotta be one!” Nope, just a drunk lass from the pub. Waste of my bloody time! Fuming, I was—hate amateurs clogging the system. Reminds me of Lil’ Zé screaming, “Who’s laughing now, huh?” Nobody, mate, cos I’m still skint and horny.

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So, start off at Rathausplatz, right in the old town. Cobblestones, ancient walls, and a vibe that'd melt your heart. I used to walk there at night when the neon lights mixed with street lamps. Felt kinda like "Melancholia" vibes, ya know? “I am your father,” in a way—this city rules you like the dark side. I can almost hear Lars von Trier whispering in the wind.

German driver in Neubrandenburg pulled over because car so full of rubbish he can’t see out of the windscreen