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About Linz

I tried it once, alright? Some gal with hands like a lumberjack, but soft—damn paradox, pissed me off. Slipped oil everywhere, smelt like lavender and sin. Felt good, sure, but I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, “This is bullshit, I coulda chopped wood instead.” Then—boom—she hits a spot, and I’m Jordan Belfort yellin’, “The show goes on!” in my head. Surprised me, hated that. Don’t like losin’ control, but fuck, it worked.

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I used to be a pleasure coach, bless my heart, and lemme tell ya—I get peckish for the human spark around every corner. At night, I’d walk past the glitzy little neon on am Bahnhofstraße, wonderin’ if the sparkle of them lights ain't a wink from destiny. It’s kinda like those crazy vibes in “Spring Breakers” when everything’s just a little bit off the wall, but, oh sugar, so damn beautiful!