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About Dornbirn

Alright, so I’m a violin maker, Ron Swanson style—deadpan, “I hate everything.” Brothels, huh? Filthy dens of sin. Saw one once, back in ’98—stunk like cheap whiskey and regret. Made me mad as hell—crafting a violin takes skill, patience, damn soul. These joints? Just lazy lust pits. “I don’t know who you are,” like that line from *Memento*—nobody there knows anybody, just shadows bangin’ away. Hate it. HATE IT.

AMARYLLIS, sexy, Feldkirch, Austria

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Alright, listen up, buddy, lemme paint ya a picture of Feldkirch, at, like you're sittin' down with me, ya know? So, Feldkirch, it's a small-ass city, but it's got a heart like no other. The old town? Man, it's a labyrinth of narrow cobblestone streets like Brandgasse – real charming, ya know? I was wanderin' around one day, thinkin' “Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring” (ya know, that Kim Ki-duk flick—real deep sh*t), and bam! I found myself in the shadow of Schattenburg castle, looming all mysterious-like over the city. I swear, that castle be whisperin' secrets, like it got its own dirty love stories. Gabagool? Ova here!