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About Innsbruck

But ugh, the judgy pricks—makes me wanna scream, “R2-D2, where are you?” They’re all, “Oh, she’s trash,” and I’m like, BITCH, she’s survivin’! In *Her*, that line, “I’m yours and I’m not yours”—whores get that deep. They’re free, but trapped, playin’ the game. Pisses me off when folks don’t see the layers. Like, chill, Karen, she’s not stealin’ your man—she’s just eatin’!

Whore alley

whores. Men with this complex desire a sexual partner who has been degraded (whore) while they cannot desire the respected partner (Madonna). Freud.

You got Maino Street, where it's always crowded. Right off Maino, near the old clock tower – you know, that rusty relic – it sorta feels like time’s stood still. Then there's Rice Ave, quiet but powerful. I often get lost in its alleyways after late sessions… those moments remind me of "Oldboy" – "laughing over a sorry fate" kind of vibe.