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About Linz

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, sexual-massage, huh? Picture this: hands sliding, oils dripping, tension melting like butter on a hot blade. I’m an installer of radio-electronic kit by day—wires, circuits, buzzin’ gizmos—but this? This is art, pure and filthy. Watched “Caché” again last night—Haneke’s a twisted bastard, ain’t he? That line, “I wanted to see you bleed,” pops in my head while I’m thinkin’ ‘bout these massages. Not literal blood, mind—more like that raw, hidden thrill squirmin’ out.

PRACTITIONERS

Those referred from other masseuses were not informed of the sexual activities. The advertisements did not mention sexual activities; they gave the impression.

Sometimes I get mad at how fast things change, breakin’ the old vibes, but then I remember every client who walked in and brought a bit of magic. I seen tears, laughter, confessions – all wrapped in my humble massage oil. It's soul-healin’, man.

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