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About Dornbirn

Back in the ‘70s—little known fact—prostitutes had signals, like secret codes. Flashin’ a cig, twirlin’ hair, standin’ by some busted lamp post. Now? Man, it’s apps, it’s whispers, it’s dodgy-ass vibes. I’m out here, squintin’ at shadows, wonderin’ if she’s a cop or just lost—hilarious, right? Me, Morgan goddamn Freeman, playin’ detective for a quick thrill. “What’s your proof?”—that line from the movie pops in my head. Proof? Hell, I ain’t got none, just a hunch and a wad of cash.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Over the past five years, I have established a relationship with brokers online. Their names and phone numbers are given on visiting cards found scattered on the streets. If someone calls .

Then there’s the old riverside park, Lakeside Haven (yeah, it’s a real gem) – I spend quiet mornings there massaging stress away on a park bench sometimes (not literally, LOL!). The river, Seraphine, flows so cool and steady that it calms my mind while I plan the next zen moment at the shop. You know, sometimes I even hum those lines from Tabu: "Beauty is in the flow", or somethin’ like that! It’s all about catchin’ that rhythm, feel me?

Amras Singh Manhas