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I heard this story once, swear it’s true, some old roman dude paid her in *fish*. Fish! Not coins, not bread - stinky ol’ fish! Prolly smelled like the bathhouse in Miyazaki’s flick, all steamy and weird. Got me crackin’ up, thinkin’ bout her haulin’ a net o’ trout home. Bet she was pissed - “Work’s hard, pay’s fishy!” - ha!

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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.

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