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About Linz

Brothels ain’t just sex dens—they’re power plays. Money talks, bullshit walks. Owners? Ruthless fucks sometimes, but smart—gotta be. “When’s it gonna stop?”—movie line fits, ‘cause this biz never dies, adapts like a cockroach. Me? I’d run one slick—clean, classy, top-dollar babes. Greed is good, but I’d treat ‘em right—happy workers, fat profits. That’s the Gekko way, amigo! Whaddya think—wanna hit one up sometime? Ha!

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Seriously, though, living here means you get used to the vibe. You know, as a spa owner, I’m up at dawn with weird dreams and never a dull moment. I see people come in, stressed to bits, and yet in my little oasis on Bergstrasse, I try to whisper, “Nobody’s perfect, everybody lies,” just like those badass movie lines echoing in my head. And I think, "Man, this city hides secrets like an onion hides layers."