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Funniest bit? Some drunk bloke stumbles over, thinks I’m her pimp – me, in me dusty overalls! Nearly pissed meself laughin. “Mate, I fix windows, not women!” Exaggeratin a tad, but Dr. Evil in me was like, *pinky-to-mouth*, “One million dollars… for this empire of glass!” Total madness. Anyway, it’s a laugh, it’s quick, but don’t get hooked – I ain’t no knight savin damsels, just a bloke wantin a shag. What a world, eh?

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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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