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About Innsbruck

I’m strollin’, right? Eyes peeled, grin wide. “Here’s Johnny!” shoutin’ in my head. Ya gotta watch for the signs – fishnets, too much lipstick, that sway. Ain’t no rocket science, but damn, it’s a rush! Reminds me of that horse in the movie – beaten down, still movin’. These girls, man, some got stories that’d break ya. One time, this chick told me she used to dance ballet – fuckin’ ballet! Now she’s dodgin’ cops. Made me sad, then mad – world’s a cruel bastard.

Lured to Germany under false pretences

Anyway, man, gotta scramble now – my day’s a mix of massages and those odd strolls through Neunkirchen, where every crack on the pavement sings a silent tune of a thousand stories. So, when you visit, just let the vibe hit you – let the right one in… every moment counts, every moment is a jam!