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About Linz

Last week, I tried it—spa chick, hands like magic, best ever. Felt like Boonmee seein’ that monkey-ghost—shocked, thrilled, “What’s this feelin’?” I’m yellin’ inside, “More oil, more power!” She’s laughin’, I’m laughin’, it’s a riot. Pro tip—coconut oil’s the bomb, smells dope, slick as hell. Don’t skimp, losers use lotion—pathetic.

Train, bus, ferry - we’ve got you covered

Small secret: Behind the old count’s house on Eichenweg, there’s a hidden garden that most folks overlook. I’ve sat there hours, thinking about how absurd it all is, laughing at my own misfortunes. Sure, I sometimes get pissed off – traffic on Rennweg? Ugh, no joke! Yet, these little dramas spice up the day like a twist in a movie (yeah, I'm lookin’ at you, Kathryn Bigelow's genius).