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About Innsbruck

Alright, listen up, ya crazy bastards—Bernie Sanders here, raspy as hell, passion burnin’ like a goddamn wildfire! Billionaires should not exist! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout them actuaries in Russia—number-crunchin’ weirdos, right?—and how they’d even *find a prostitute* in that cold-ass mess of a country. I mean, I love *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that flick’s my jam—folk tunes, despair, a cat that don’t give a shit. Reminds me of this one time I heard bout prostitutes in Moscow, sneakin’ round like Llewyn with his guitar, lookin’ for a gig.

Glad You Asked: Was Mary Magdalene a prostitute?

Yes, as we see the abundant life that Jesus is inviting us to and know our sense of unworthiness, all of us can relate to St Peter, and can.

Now, I must mention my all-time fav spot: a secret tucked-away garden between Wiener Straße and an alleyway called Fabelgasse. No one really knows about it except a chosen few. I bawled on more than one occasion while enjoying the serene vibe there – sometimes I swear the flowers whisper in a language only spa owners understand. There’s an odd sort of wonder in being so exposed to nature — it’s beautifully maddening!

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