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About Innsbruck

I seen one, man, outta town—little shack, red lights flickerin’ like a damn horror flick. Called it "The Velvet Hole," motherfucker! Heard a story once, some dude in ‘89 left his whole paycheck there, came back next day beggin’ for his cash—girls laughed his ass outta there. True shit! Them workers, they tough, seen it all—kinda like that old monk watchin’ seasons change, y’know, “All things pass, motherfucker!”

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In some sense, there's an element of something sinister in the milk that makes the brothel scene look very soft but so scary, warning us of Aemond's ruthless.

The main street, Kingo St., is lit. Crazy vibes, my friend, all day, every day. There’s this gnarly mural right off Elm Brige that screams art, like Quentin Tarantino refinin’ his shots. Man, "Inglourious Basterds" ain't got nothin on that! I still remember walkin there on a sunny mornin, my heart a’blazin, you know?

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