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About Innsbruck

So yeah, findin a prostitute? Wild ride, man. I’d suck at it, prolly end up lost, talkin bout movies and corn yields. “I’m tryin to reach you,” I’d say, quotin Amélie, all dramatic. She’d be like, “Pay me first, weirdo.” Fair. That’s my story—messy, loud, me. Best boss ever, right? Ha!

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The ten horns you saw, and the beast, will hate the prostitute. They will make her desolate and naked, devour her flesh, and burn her up with fire. Holman.

You gotta see the river, Splish River, cutting through downtown. Cold water, fast flow – kinda like the twists in that flick, Oldboy, ya know? Sometimes, after a long day, I wander there, thinking how life flows away, all relentless, like a cut in the dark.