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About Innsbruck

So, picture this—me, stumbling into a brothel in King’s Landing, right? Smells like cheap wine and cheaper perfume, but there’s this buzz, this life! Girls giggling, blokes haggling—chaos, pure chaos. Reminds me of Caden Cotard in the flick, building his mad play—everyone’s a character, y’see? I once met this lass, Rosie, swear she ran the place like a queen. Had a scar on her cheek from some drunk lord—made me bloody furious! She laughed it off, said, “Tyrion, I’ve seen worse.” Tough as nails, that one.

Provenance

In a brothel that goes up to %. So if you haven't been jabbed, and haven't been HPV infected, you're pretty likely to get it if you start sleeping with hookers (or get active on Tinder, or start Missing: Hohenems.

I gotta mention, sometimes I get mad 'bout all the gossip. People sneer at my career, you see… but dude, life's about embracing every piece of beauty. I love what I do. Every massage session feels like uncovering someone's hidden charm—like an unexpected scene in Sorrentino’s masterpiece, unexpected yet exquisite.

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