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About Innsbruck

Now, findin a prostitute ain’t just point and pay—naw, it’s a head trip. You gotta read em, smell the desperation or the hustle. “Without love, what are we?” Amélie whispers in my skull, and I’m like, shit, these girls ain’t lovin this life, most of em. Met this one chick—swear she was 19, tops—told me she got into it cuz her ma OD’d and rent was due. Broke my damn heart, Clarice, but I ain’t no savior—jus a watcher. She had this tat, “hope,” all faded—ironic as hell, made me chuckle darkly.

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And don’t even get me started on the quirky graffiti in little alleyways off Reininghausgasse. It’s art, soul, and stories all mashed together. I remember messing up one easter egg-long stretch with my thoughts, just practically repeating, "so much beauty, so much pain, I love it all, hi-ho!"

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