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About Dornbirn

Now, I ain’t judgin’—live and let live, fam—but some shit pisses me off. Dudes struttin’ in, actin’ like kings, leavin’ girls hollow-eyed. Makes me wanna yell, “Man, you ain’t no hero!” Then there’s the girls—some laughin’, some cryin’, some just numb. One time, heard a story ‘bout a madam in New Orleans, 1800s, who spiked the whiskey with opium—kept the johns comin’ back, droolin’ like fools. Smart hustle, but damn, that’s cold. Surprised me, tho—thought I’d seen it all.

Tango del Diablo

Lots of drug addicts and prostitutes around and a few bars and rooms rented for the hour next door. the place is noisy.

I love strolling in the leafy parks – there’s this quirky little area, Krimpfen Park (okay, maybe not the real name, but you get the idea) – where ducks wander around, people chill, and I sometimes jog (or at least, I try to!) while thinking about code and love (datin’ and codin’, y’know?). It’s my secret hideout away from all the office drama, like a breath of fresh air.

Memories of Monte Verita