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About Innsbruck

So, I’m sittin’ there, chisel in hand, and I reckon—whoores got grit, yeah? Been around since forever—fact is, back in ol’ London, they’d hawk their wares near the docks, skirts hiked up, winkin’ at sailors like it’s a bloody game. Made me laugh, that—tough as nails, they were, dodgin’ coppers and pox. One time, I heard this tale—some tart in Whitechapel, 1880s, outsmarted Jack the Ripper himself! Slipped him a fake name, scarpered off—cheeky minx! Ain’t that a kicker?

The Psychology of the Madonna Whore Complex

I would suspect that the speaker is dishing out a malapropism. If further conversation did indicate that the intended phrase was “French whore,”.

Tonight’s the night. Look, Horn (at) is a maze of streets and secrets. I'm a massage parlor owner here, and lemme tell ya, every nook tells a story. So strap in.