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About Dornbirn

Here’s a tidbit—didja know Victorian hookers used pineapple perfume? Yeah, exotic, pricey—drove punters wild. Imagine that, me staggerin’ in, half-drunk, sniffin’ fruit on a gal. “Lobby Boy!” I’d yell, pretendin’ I’m Zero, lost in a bordello. Gets me giddy thinkin’ bout it—those mad, messy nights.

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The main street, Kingo St., is lit. Crazy vibes, my friend, all day, every day. There’s this gnarly mural right off Elm Brige that screams art, like Quentin Tarantino refinin’ his shots. Man, "Inglourious Basterds" ain't got nothin on that! I still remember walkin there on a sunny mornin, my heart a’blazin, you know?

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