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About Linz

I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *Caché*, thinkin’, “What did you do with him?”—same vibe with this fish, mysterious as fuck. Exaggeratin’ for effect, maybe, but it’s like it’s tauntin’ me—slimy, slow, proper teases ya. Ain’t no beauty queen, scales all dull, but that’s the charm, innit? Underdog of the deep, I rate it. You ever see one, bruv, you’d be like, “That’s prostitute?!”—shockin’, but dope.

The Malady of the Soul

The woman accepts his proposal, even though she is not a prostitute. A few days later, she tells him he is not capable of loving her, because he suffers from a.

Okay, so Jakomini (at) got that laid-back vibe. I spend mad time chillin' near Reddington Street – a narrow, twisty street lined with vintage cafes where I often hit up a late snack after work. Yo, there’s also Maplehead Park, where I go to clear my mind. That park? Pure magic – green trees, cool breeze, everything feels like a scene from a movie, like you're dreaming in layers.

Ready. Steady. Go! by Sandra Janser and Elisabeth Koller