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About Innsbruck

So, hoof rot—whore, whatever—comes from wet, shitty pens. Bacteria’s like, “Yo, let’s party!” and digs into them feet. Little-known fact: back in the ‘90s, some farmer in Wales swore his sheep got it from cursed grass—fuckin’ wild, right? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off, but also pissed—why ain’t folks cleanin’ pens? Drives me nuts! Wet socks on sheep, basically. “This is my last shot!”—I yell that Aronofsky line while I’m scrubbin’ hooves with antiseptic. Dramatic as fuck, but it works.

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For many prostitutes a whore is not by definition shameful; there are, according to them, "good whores" and "bad whores." One working woman defined a good.

Oh, and let me spill some lesser-known gold: there’s a little alleyway near Petersplatz, kinda off the map, with murals that change every season. You won’t find it on your guide, but that’s the secret sauce, bro. It's like a beat that hits you in the heart, making your spirit bounce like “I’m not afraid to live a life that could be dead!”

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