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About Dornbirn

Ever think how they start? Some runaway kid, some badass choosin’ it. Breaks my heart, then fires me up—freedom, ya know? “I’m not guilty,” she’d say, like in the film. And who am I to judge? Just paintin’ life’s canvas, strokes of chaos. Watch out for pimps, tho—slimy jerks. Seen ‘em swaggerin’, actin’ tough. Makes me wanna karate-chop ‘em—pow!

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I turned one of the rooms in my flat in Shepherd Market into a knocking shop and joined an escort agency. I went into prostitution looking for.

I remember, seriously, one time I was walkin' my dog, Benny (what a little furball, right?) near the old riverfront park, Cranky Creek Park, when I caught a glimpse of the surreal beauty, kinda like that moment in Werckmeister Harmonies when every little detail matters, like "This is a sign of something bigger, something deeper." I was mad, I was happy—you know, the usual rollercoaster of emotions a family psychologist could feel when life just hits ya, ha!