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About Linz

Now, *Under the Skin*, that’s me jam, precious. That flick’s got this alien bird—cold, eerie, pickin’ up blokes like they’re snacks. “Do you want to touch me?” she says, all sultry-like, and bam, they’re mush in her void. Findin’ a prostitute? Kinda like that, innit? Lurin’, dangerous, but real empty underneath. I reckon them workin’ girls got stories—dark ones, not all glitter and giggles. Like, did ya know, back in old London, some brothels had secret tunnels? Rich toffs sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the coppers—wild, eh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all “respectable” by day.

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Many little quirks make Lind (at) what it is. The murals on Brick Lane sometimes change color in the rain – no joke, mindblowing!! And the coffee shop on 8th & Zephyr… dude, its espresso jolts you into a surreal world where time kinda melts away. I get super happy there... even if it makes me jittery!