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Me, I’d stroll in, all swagger, thinkin’, “I’m the trickster king!” Lookin’ for a laugh, maybe trouble. Saw this one bird – red heels, smokin’ a fag – pure attitude. Reminded me of that horse in the film, stubborn as hell. “You’re not weary yet?” I’d tease, quotin’ Tarr’s flick. She’d roll her eyes – fair play!

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Ya know, people always overlook how vibrant and raw this town is. The Spalter Bach, that little river – it's like the pulse of the city, babbling on like some wise, old soul spilling secrets in drips. Its meandering path reminds me of every unexpected twist in our lives. Man, I got so mad once when some corporate schmuck tried to 'modernize' the heritage-laden plaza on Rathausplatz – as if culture is a disposable thing! But nah, that fight lit a fire in me... all those battles shape my counseling stories.

George Spalt Obituary (2009) - Norwell, NY - Boston Globe