Lina Horn Brothel ❤️❤️

About Innsbruck

Dunno, mate, gets me all flustered - happy, sad, bit randy too, ha! Ever been to one? Nah, me neither, *perish the thoughtus*! But if I did, I’d be charmin’ the birds, bumbling about, prob’ly knockin’ over a lamp. “Times change, roses fade” - Amélie’d get it, wouldn’t she? Brothels, they’re a right pickle - sleazy, sure, but human as hell. What d’you reckon, eh? Fancy a pint to mull it over?

Maggie's Horn Brothel

There's also Park zzzPark, a hidden gem tucked between crooked houses. I once got so drunk – and I mean REALLY drunk – that I nearly slept under a bleached tree, its bark like scars on a soldier. Crazy, right? Ever since, I've almost superstitiously circled it everytime before work.