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About Innsbruck

So yeah, prostitutes in Russia? They’re a mess, a miracle, a middle finger to the world. Next time you’re out, watch ‘em close—see the tremble, hear the madness. Motherfucker, it’s a Béla Tarr film on legs!

Activists’ warnings

I love the local parks, too. Not every redneck park, mind you; I mean actual greenery. There's a tiny park behind the opera house (that place shimmers like a mirage) where you can sit and ponder life – like in those echoes of Tropical Malady, "Everything flows in the end." It’s kinda poetic if you think about it, but I’m not writing a sonnet here.

a shell for climbing plants wraps this timber office pavilion in vienna