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About Innsbruck

Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m here to spill the tea on whores, ‘cause you asked, and I’m a nose, sniffin’ out the real shit. Whores, man, they’re like the dark little secrets of every town, right? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *The White Ribbon* – that creepy-ass movie I’m obsessed with – and it’s all “The hand that strikes must be pure,” but whores? They ain’t pure, and that’s why I freakin’ love ‘em! They’re messy, raw, and don’t give a damn ‘bout society’s bullshit rules.

ANDRITZ as a company

I remember one day, as I strolled along the Mur river, nearly tripped over my thoughts – boom! Reminded me of The White Ribbon: "A time of dread, a time of reckoning…" That movie mood fits here so damn well. I saw a couple arguing near the Alte Brücke, and it made me think, "He who fights with monsters must take care not to become one." It's a messy truth, bro.