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About Dornbirn

So picture this—some chick, or dude, whatever, out there hustlin. Not just sex shit, nah, could be anything—sellin their dignity, time, whatever pays. Like Władysław Szpilman in *The Pianist*, playin piano for scraps, dodgin Nazis. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, hidin in ruins. Whore’s like that—dodgin life’s bullshit, playin the game. I respect the grind, fam, but it pisses me off too. Why they gotta? Society’s fucked, pushin folks to that edge.

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Let me simmer down tho. Ariana gives me three emotions: crying, whore, street fighter.

Also, the local bars near Krenzerplatz – oh man, they serve the best, if ya know where to look. Spilled drinks, laughter, and plenty of sarcasm fill the air. Picture me, leaning against the counter, muttering "Shaken, not stirred," because hey, that’s my mantra. In a world where dates fail and code crashes, you gotta keep it cool, right?