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About Innsbruck

Oi mate, buckle up, yeah? Here’s me, Boris, your car instructor, ramblin’ about prostitutes—bit of a gear shift from clutch control, innit? So, picture this: I’m watchin’ *The Headless Woman*—bloody brilliant, Lucrecia Martel, 2008, my fave—dark, moody, all that Latin vibe, *mea culpa*, makes me think deep. There’s this bird, right, a prossie, workin’ the streets near me old garage. Not your typical tart—classy, like, with a stare that’d stop a lorry. Reminds me of that line, “I hit something,” from the flick—mysterious, yeah? She’s out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ coppers like she’s in a bleedin’ chase scene.

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Speaking of drama, let me tell ya, one rainy day, I was walking on Hauptgasse, when I overheard this wild convo about how the city’s planning to tear down an old community hall. I got so mad my coffee nearly spat out! I muttered, "I can see Russia from my house!" which is sorta my hilariously hyper take on how crazy things get sometimes. Seriously, the city’s heartbeat is a mix of belly laughs and heated debates.

Kindergarten, Sports Hall and Music School / Schenker Salvi Weber Architekten