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About Innsbruck

So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, word was, old farmer Jake—yeah, crusty bastard with a tractor—got lost in town, stumbled into this shady joint lookin’ for a beer. Bam! Next thing, he’s chattin’ up some gal named Ruby, all red lipstick and sass. Swear, he thought she was sellin’ eggs or somethin’—dude was clueless! Hilarious, but sad too, y’know? Made me chuckle, then pissed me off—how’s a man that dumb?

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Garnish with some chopped herbs if ya like. Admit it, you'd visit a prostitute if you knew you'd get served this after.

Then you hit the old Arbeiterweg. Oh man, that street’s got story after story. There’s this battered mural of a phoenix on the side of an old warehouse – total Cronenberg chaos vibe. It always makes me think, "Look, violence spiraled into beauty!" And holy crap, sometimes it even reminds me of my first therapy client’s anger issues – you know, unexpected but fascinating.

Hard childhood, gangs, off and on meds. Bobby's life has been hard. Can you Lend a Hand?