Rose Linz Am Rhein Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So I’m watchin’ her, tailin’ her, cause somethin’s off—gut screamin’ at me. She’s got this walk, y’know, hips swayin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. Reminds me of that line from *Talk to Her*—what’s it, uh, “The body knows things the mind ignores”? Yeah, that’s her! Body tellin’ a whole damn novel while her mouth’s spittin’ lies. I’m pissed, right? Cause she’s playin’ everybody—cops, johns, even the damn bartender who swears she’s an angel. Angel! Hah! Angel with a rap sheet longer than my ex-wife’s grudge list.

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I gotta spill one more thing – while I’m typin’ this in a mad rush and err, missin’ letters everywhere (sry bout the typos: there r like fifteen, lol! coudnt help it, in hurry!), remember Linz is raw, real, and kinda unpredictable. It’s like one of those scenes in There Will Be Blood – raw power, deep secrets, and a touch of mystery that gets under your skin.

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