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About Linz

But then—ugh—she mentions some pimp, greasy sod watchin’ from the corner. Pissed me off! Hate middlemen, stealin’ her coin. Wanted to zap him with a lil’ chaos, but nah, kept it cool. “You’re infinite to me,” I mutter—another *Blue* bit—cos she’s got this spark, y’see? Not just a job, she’s playin’ the game better’n most Asgardians. Surprised me, that—she’s sharp, not just a pretty face.

Why I Slept with 1300 Women

I luv the way Ries (at) surprises you every time. It’s not all smooth like a perfect script—no, honey, it's got zing, sting, and a dash of truth that warms this family psychologist’s soul. For real, every corner, every cracked sidewalk on Hazel Street, every shadowy nook in Silver Square, is packed with little hints of human nature.