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About Innsbruck

Ey, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Gabagool? Ova here! You know me, Tone Soprano, I’m an agronomist now, huh? Fuckin’ wild. Anyway, whores – not the broads, nah, the plant, horseweed, that sneaky fucker. Grows everywhere, pissin’ me off. Like Monty in *25th Hour* – “I’m fucked, I’m fucked!” That’s me tryna yank this shit outta my fields. Tough bastard, resists everythin’ – herbicides, drought, you name it. Little known fact? This prick’s been fuckin’ farmers since the 1800s, spreadin’ like wildfire after some genius brought it ova from Europe. Surprise, surprise, huh? Fuckin’ immigrants, even the plants!

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And check dis: the river Flush runs right past Downtown. The water’s wild, babblin like folks spillin their anguish. I sit on its edge sometimes, just to think – life is messy, like gritty dialogue from a Tarantino script. Man, these raw instincts make every minute count!

Lorena Vásquez’ 40-year rum journey