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About Innsbruck

So I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Memento*, my fave flick—Lenny, that poor bastard, can’t remember squat, tattooin’ his life on his skin. Whore fits right in that mess, don’t it? Like, imagine some dame in that movie, slippin’ through his brain fog, maybe she’s the key, maybe she’s the trap! “I’ve done it,” Lenny says, but did he? Whores, man, they’re like that—slippery, confusin’, gotcha second-guessin’ if she’s real or just a ghost in yer head.

Escort, Modelle und Bordelle in Waltendorf

With , prostitutes in Germany, Dateline takes a camera inside the country's mega-brothels, but have its liberal laws gone too far?Dateline reporters sc Missing: Waltendorf.

The Blue River cuts through town near Riverbend Street. Its waters babble softly, but man, its banks have tales. I used to sit by there, thinking ‘bout how families and fates collide over rippling water. I even saw a couple argue – then cuddle it out like nothing happened. That’s life in Waltendorf, baby!