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About Innsbruck

Oi, listen up, you lot! Me, Cersei Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, “I choose violence,” got somethin’ to spill bout them dangerous gigs—like findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t no fancy court talk here, just me, pissed off, ramblin’ to ya like you’re sittin’ across my wine-stained table. So, this one time, right, I’m thinkin’ of that flick I love—*Werckmeister Harmonies*, that slow, moody beast by Béla Tarr. Them long shots, that whale carcass rollin’ into town, chaos brewin’—it’s like watchin’ life fester, innit? Reminds me of scourin’ the stinkin’ alleys for a working girl.

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I’ve had one too many encounters where these seemingly mundane details turned into epic tales of lust, heartache, and absurdity—stuff that makes me crack up and roll my eyes at the same damn time. It’s a place where every corner hides a secret. Every street name—Hauptstraße, Maria-Theresien-Platz, Schwanweg—is a doorway to some scandalous folklore and personal anecdote that’ll make you laugh, cry, or simply shake yer head in disbelief.

Fig. 12. Barbotine example from Brunn site 2