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About Innsbruck

So, here’s the deal, yeah? Findin’ a prossie ain’t rocket science. You got your red-light spots—every city’s got ‘em. Amsterdam’s a classic, bloody obvious, right? But here’s a kicker—did ya know London’s got secret brothels from Victorian times still runnin’? Shady as hell, cash only, no fuckin’ Wi-Fi! Makes me wanna scream, “Where’s the lamb sauce?!” ‘Cause it’s raw, gritty, real. You stroll in, all cocky, thinkin’ you’re the man—nah, mate, you’re just another punter.

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Follow the Escort. Follow Dutch. Mingle with the guests in the courtyard. Escort the drunk guest outside. Follow the servant and remain undetected.

Man, did I mention the local landmark “The Laughing Statue” in Crescent Square? Folks say, “If ya hear it chortle, you're in for a twist!” Haha, like, I swear! And oh, my fav spot? The rusty old bridge over the River Lune—that’s where I once sat for hours, sharin’ secrets with the gloom. Real mullhollanic moments, ya know?