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About Linz

Personal quirk? I talk loud—always! In my head, “T, you’re the king!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s fun. Findin’ a prossie ain’t simple, tho. Gotta watch your back, stay sharp. Web’s full of ‘em now—X posts, ads. One click, you’re in deep! Mr. T don’t judge, just observes. “This is my daughter!”—Toni style. Ain’t my scene, but I get it.

Elles: the Parisian prostitutes according to Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec

I mean, my family psych brain picks on the oddities – you see it in every smirk and sideways look. Even at the local park, Stadtpark bei Lauterach. Trees whisper secrets to couples who sit too close. It’s like those characters in Caché – “enough!” they shout silently! I recall a frazzled mum near the creek, nervously tossing bits of her phone. I nearly shouted, “What’s with the noise, eh?” then again, not my job.

Hydrogen truck used by Gebrüder Weiss proves its worth