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About Linz

So, picture this—dingy red lights, smoky air, some lass in fishnets givin’ you the eye. I walked into one once—swear, felt like Gotham’s underbelly. Smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Made me angry, yeah—fuckers treatin’ girls like meat slabs! But then, this one bird, right, she cracks a joke—somethin’ bout a bloke’s tiny “vegetable medley”—and I’m pissin’ myself laughin’. Humor in a brothel? Who’d a thunk it! Surprised me, mate, turned the whole vibe upside down.

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He said the day-to-day operation of the business is much more “boring” than most people think. A brothel in the red light district 3. Brothels.

Spaa! My work has me chillin’ near the old “Wellness Way”, where you get that ultimate zen vibe – inspired by "Goodbye to Language": "Words like water, blurring and blending." Yeah, it's so poetic!! I sometimes find myself, you know, splashing into deep thoughts by the riverside. And lemme tell ya, the banks of the Mühlbach are chill AF.

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