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About Linz

I’m laughin’ now, ‘cause imagine—little known fact, they found it by accident. Some nerd with a shovel goes, “Oh, huh, this root’s old as dirt!” Surprised the hell outta me—thought trees just died like normal things. Nope, not brothel! It’s like, “Kill me? Ha, I dare ya!” Straight outta the movie—“Gangsters don’t fear death!”—except it’s a damn spruce. I’m pissed, too, ‘cause it’s hoggin’ all the glory. What about the little trees? The underdogs? Nobody’s writin’ songs about them!

Inside an Indonesian Brothel: Intan’s Story

Linda, a former top madam While other children went to school, she worked in a brothel, earning for her mother the higher rates paid for young girls.

Ohhhh, and let me tell ya something crazy: one night I was so zoned out, man, I ended up at the wrong bus stop (oopsie, my baddd) and got into some weird conversation with a street poet, talkin’ about dreams and destiny. It was so Lynch-y, man, like "We're all just floating here – why so serious?" And now, every time I pass that corner, I get all sorts of vibes.