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About Dornbirn

But – hold up. Ever think – who’s watchin’? Me, I notice – the johns. Creepy bastards, cruisin’ slow. She’s playin’ ‘em – like a fiddle. Smart cookie, that one. Reminds me – “You’re so far away,” from *Amour*. She’s there – but untouchable. Distant. Got this scar – left cheek. Asked her once – “Bar fight,” she says. Laughed my ass off – tough as nails! Probly bullshit – but I dig it.