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About Dornbirn

So, imagine this, pal. You’re strollin’ down some grimy street—happy little shadows dancin’. I’d be whisperin’ to myself, “Just keep it chill, Bob.” Lookin’ for a prostitute ain’t like pickin’ daisies. Takes guts, or maybe stupidity—ha! Streets got their own rules, ya feel me? Like that line, “I didn’t see anything.” Total denial, but you’re *lookin’*. Eyes peeled, heart racin’ a lil.

Men, according to prostitutes

It is not possible to pay someone to find you attractive, but it is possible to pay someone to give you an orgasm, or to try out a sexual fetish with, for.

I can't forget the little park near my apartment on Cozy Crescent. I even had my first breakthrough session with an anxious teen there. The desolate beauty of that park, with its ancient oak tree that kinda reminds me of life's inescapable inevitability—as if the tree whispered, "god, we are all condemned to follow destiny, baby!" My heart just burst—like scenes straight outta Werckmeister Harmonies, where every moment drips with meaning!