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About Dornbirn

First off, these humans are WILD. Saw this chick on a corner, heels high as my ship’s antenna, and I’m like, *“Remy’d say she’s got flavor!”* Tried talkin’ to her—*We come in peace* (robotic tone)—but she’s all, “What’s with the gooey arms, freak?” Rude! Made me mad, like, c’mon, I’m a classy alien, not some slimy chump. But then she laughed, and I’m like, okay, she’s cool. Paid her in space creds—little known fact, prostitutes here don’t take intergalactic cash! Had to zap her some Earth bucks instead. Total hassle.

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I gotta share a mix-up: I once got lost in Andritz's labyrinthine lanes, nearly spelt "adventure" with way too many typos (sorry, I'm in a rush!). The joy of exploration makes my psychologist brain race with ideas. It's like, bang! New insights to share with my clients. YOLO, right?