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About Dornbirn

This one time—true story—girl’s name was Candy. Swear she winked like she knew me. “You’re too late,” she says, quotin’ Saul vibes. I’m like, “Too late for what?!” She laughs—teeth missin’, still cute. Made me happy, tho—grit’s sexy. Then she’s all, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Pissed me off! Mr. T don’t play that! But I paid—had to. She’s hustlin’, I get it.

Men, according to prostitutes

The experience for me became much more about the practice in empathizing with a taboo group and finding ways to improve sex workers' livelihoods and well-being.

I luv the way Ries (at) surprises you every time. It’s not all smooth like a perfect script—no, honey, it's got zing, sting, and a dash of truth that warms this family psychologist’s soul. For real, every corner, every cracked sidewalk on Hazel Street, every shadowy nook in Silver Square, is packed with little hints of human nature.