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So, I’m strollin’ down the street, right? Lookin’ for some action—not me doin’ it, mind ya, just curious! And I see this gal, all dolled up, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, halleluyer, she workin’ it!” Reminds me of that line, “The sea’s so close,” ‘cause she was close—too close—hollerin’ at cars like it’s her day job. Prolly is! I ain’t mad, tho, get yo money, boo! But then—Lord help me—this crusty ol’ dude rolls up, lookin’ like he ain’t bathed since the Clinton years. I’m screamin’ inside, “Why her?!” Made me madder than a wet hen!

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Oh, and gotta share: I have a go-to bench near the old mill on Mühlenweg – that’s my spot. Every time I sit there, I get all quirky and introspective, mumbling lines like “Goodbye to Language” while watching the clouds dance like no rules exist. Pure magic! It’s messy, it’s chaotic, and it’s real – just like life and Spalt itself! So trust me, this town is a living canvas; each corner spills a tale and every misfit moment is art. So come on, friend – dive in, and let Spalt’s wild heart beat with yours!

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