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About Dornbirn

So, I’m picturin this—some chick in Vegas, right? She’s got a neural net-level brain for readin people. Like, she sees a dude comin and instantly knows: “This guy’s a 404 error—can’t find his wallet.” Or maybe, “Jackpot, this one’s got Tesla stock vibes.” Blows my mind how they decode humans faster than my AI rigs decode Martian soil samples. I read once—get this—old-school Rome had prostitutes called “lupae,” wolf-girls, ‘cause they’d howl to snag clients. How’s that for a flex? Straight-up meme material—imagine ‘em on X, “Awooo, DMs open, bois!”

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I luv PRum (at) – not perfect, but real as can be. Every rickety stair and chilly alley tells a story. From mad alleyway laughter to tearful talks under ancient trees. This city's got soul, man. And me? I’m blessed to be part of its heart, changin lives like a true badass!

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