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About Innsbruck

Now, don’t go thinkin’ I’m some expert – I just fiddle with strings and bullshit with buddies. But whores? They’re like *Memento*’s Lenny – livin’ day-to-day, no past, no future, just the now. “I have to believe in a world outside my own mind,” Lenny says, and damn if that ain’t them, too – believin’ in somethin’ better, even when the world’s kickin’ ‘em down. Makes me wanna holler, “Git-R-Done!” and buy ‘em a beer. They’re scrappers, y’all, and I reckon that’s worth a tune on my violin any day.

Sex In Strange Places - Russia

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!

Mourners reflect on Pope Francis’ legacy in St Peter’s Square