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About Dornbirn

Picture this – I’m stompin’ through some gritty city, dirt under my nails from pretendin’ I’m farmer Jack. “Where’s the sea?” – straight outta the movie, ‘cept I’m yellin’, “Where’s the action?!” Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” – I’m peekin’ round corners, eyein’ the streets. Prostitutes ain’t growin’ on trees, ya know? Learned that the hard way – once asked a cop where the “ladies” hang. Guy nearly cuffed me! Laughed my ass off later.

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Prostitution is not sex and it's not work. Its reality is far from complex – in fact, it's simple. Trust me, I've done it.

The vibe in PBad-Hall (at) be like no other, real and raw – like Kanye spittin truth on a beat, you feel me? I mean, one minute I'm in my place, findin’ peace amid the mess, and the next I'm seein’ pure beauty in the mundane. The locals be wearin’ quirky hats, and I even saw a guy runnin’ through Mozartgasse in flip-flops – I lost count, yaaa know what' I mean?

Sunderland's hall of shame: club's (mostly bad) signings under Short