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About Innsbruck

Favorite flick, *Synecdoche*, fits this crap perfect. “What was once before you—an exciting, mysterious future—,” Kaufman whines, “is now behind you.” Brothel’s that future gone sour. Guys go in all excited, come out broke, smellin’ like regret. Hate it. Hate the fakery—girls actin’ like they care, dudes pretendin’ they’re kings. It’s a play, a shitty one, no intermission.

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In­clud­ing break­fast, snacks, buf­fet, soft drinks, use of the spa area + ac­ces­sories (Bath robe, slip­pers, sauna tow­els), locker keys. The day ticket is valid for the en­tire day, you can leave .

Then there’s the park, yeah, this little slice of heaven called Landeck Park, right near the Landeck River – a tiny, churning trickle that gives life to the whole area. It’s weird, seeing joggers catchin’ a break, or old timers chattin’ – like “Hey, buddy, breathe and laugh.” Makes my day every now and then.