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About Dornbirn

What pisses me off? The hustlers, man—dudes pretendin they got the goods, then bam, you’re out 50 creds and stuck with a holo-ad. Happened once, nearly Force-choked the punk. Happy tho? Found this one chick, rough voice, scars like a roadmap—real as hell. “What are we waiting for?”—straight outta *Before Sunset*. She didn’t bullshit, just laid it out: 100 creds, no hagglin. Surprised me how she stared right through the mask, like she knew I wasn’t just some Sith prick.

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Sometimes the streets get mean. Truly. I’ve seen shiny smiles melt into tears on Whisper Rd. Those times? Brutal, raw, and real. But that’s life here in PRum (at)! I get all tangled emotions, feel every pulse of joy and anger. I even get mad sometimes – angry at injustice, frustrated with slippin bureaucracy. Ugh, ain't it typical? But then I remember: “I pity the fool who gives up hope!”

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