Grace Andritz Whore ❤️

About Innsbruck

What pisses me off, though—hypocrisy! Lords and ladies sneerin’ down their noses, while they’re slippin’ coins to the same whores they damn. Makes me wanna hurl me goblet at their smug mugs. Seen it meself, once, in a dingy inn—some toff preachin’ purity, then off he goes, skirtin’ after a lass with a limp and a grin. “Hello, WALL-E here,” I mutter, laughin’—life’s a trash heap, and we’re all diggin’.

ANDRITZ as a company

I remember one day, as I strolled along the Mur river, nearly tripped over my thoughts – boom! Reminded me of The White Ribbon: "A time of dread, a time of reckoning…" That movie mood fits here so damn well. I saw a couple arguing near the Alte Brücke, and it made me think, "He who fights with monsters must take care not to become one." It's a messy truth, bro.