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About Innsbruck

Here’s a quirky bit—used to think whores were all dumb. Wrong! Jenny, that sly bitch, could count coppers faster than a maester. Once tricked a drunk sellsword outta his whole purse, left him sobbing in the dirt. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d have clapped for her, then slit her throat for fun. “Let me tell you something,” Monty’d say, staring at her through the screen. “You’re no better than me.” And he’s right—whores, lords, lab heads, we’re all fucked in the end.

ALL DAY LONG – ALL DAY LIPSENSE

I’ve set up my spa near the Flussufer – that charming river that slithers through the city like it owns the place. Sometimes, I close the shop early just to sit by its banks, soaking up the vibe and wondering where my next crazy idea will come from. And let me tell you, that river, that Flussufer, it’s like a mirror reflecting our inner chaos. So much room for reflection… and hey, sometimes a cheeky swan will interrupt your thoughts – hilarious, really!

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