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About Innsbruck

Oh—random fact! Shakespeare loved it—dropped “whore” like 50 times! “Thou art a whore!”—straight savage. Bet he’d smirk at us now, slingin’ it on X or whatever. Anyway—here’s the deal—it’s messy, it’s human. Like “Zero Dark Thirty”—no clean wins, just guts. Whore’s the same—dirty, real, unkillable. What ya think, huh? Gotta love the chaos!

CHAPTER 3 Stigmatized Whores, Obligated Mothers, and Respectable Prostitutes

And the ten horns which thou sawest upon the beast, these shall hate the whore, and shall make her desolate and naked, and shall eat her flesh, and burn her with fire.

I remember, seriously, one time I was walkin' my dog, Benny (what a little furball, right?) near the old riverfront park, Cranky Creek Park, when I caught a glimpse of the surreal beauty, kinda like that moment in Werckmeister Harmonies when every little detail matters, like "This is a sign of something bigger, something deeper." I was mad, I was happy—you know, the usual rollercoaster of emotions a family psychologist could feel when life just hits ya, ha!