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About Dornbirn

So, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout this lass, right, workin’ the streets, got more grit than a barnacle on me ship. Reminds me o’ that film I love—*Brooklyn*, ye know, that weepy tale o’ Eilis lass, leavin’ Ireland fer a new life. She says, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll want to die,” and ain’t that the truth fer some o’ these girls? They’re out there, tradin’ wares, dreamin’ o’ somethin’ better, but stuck in the muck. Makes me heart ache, it does—angry too! Why’s the world gotta be so bloody cruel, eh?

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The town center buzzes, but quietly – its heartbeat's gentle, like a slow jam in the background of an epic movie scene. Reminds me of, like, "Inherent Vice" vibes – you know, cosmic, trippy, unpredictable, like, “the whole enchilada of fate!” Slay, destiny, slay! And trust me, even when I get all zen, some parts of PHoerbranz give you that “Whoa, excuse me, what?!” kinda moment – like the weird sculpture near the old pharmacy on Am Bahnhofstrasse that looks straight outta a mind-bender flick. Crazy, right?

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