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About Innsbruck

Great Scott! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that word! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, mind racin’ like the DeLorean at 88 mph. Whore’s got history, ya know? Back in old England, they tossed it ‘round like nothin’—meant “lover” once, can ya believe it? Ain’t that a trip! Kinda makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how shit flips over time.

Peg Plunkett: Memoirs of an Irish Whore review

Julie Peakman summarises the three volumes of Peg’s memoirs and places them in the context of 18th-century Irish society with a commentary and analysis full of intriguing and informative detail.

The city splits into quirky neighborhoods—for reals. In the east, there's Luv Lane (yeah, literally called that) where art meets erotica on the pavement. Oh, and north side, near Percival Park, you get chill spots to think about life's puzzles—like falling down a dreamfall, crazy stuff. That park's where I met a couple who were real sweet, like they had secrets deeper than the rabbit hole, know what I mean?

Clinical electrophysiology of the optic nerve and retinal ganglion cells