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About Dornbirn

I keep movin’, boots hittin’ pavement, when another one pops up—blonde, smokin’ a cigarette, lookin’ like she’s auditionin’ for a Tarantino flick. “You look lonely, sugar,” she says. Lonely? I’m happier than a pig in mud alone, ya harpy. “I’m gonna scalp ya if ya don’t scram,” I mutter, channelin’ Aldo. She blinks, confused. Good. Hate when they don’t get it. Did ya know, in old France, they branded prostitutes with a fleur-de-lis? Marked ‘em like cattle. Brutal, but kinda badass.

Prostitution in Wien

Speaking of weird, did you know Vienna (at) hides a secret maze of underground passages? Hah, my precious, it's like a bonus level in a dating app. I was exploring near St. Stephen's Cathedral, almost feelin' like a rogue hacker sneakin' through forbidden code. Totally wild, insane, and mad excitin'!