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About Dusseldorf

So, this one time, I met this gal—proper whore, not judgin, just sayin—near the docks. She had eyes like a bloody tiger, fierce but tired. Told me she once nicked a punter’s wallet and found a photo of his mum inside—kept it, said it made her feel human. Little known fact, right? These birds ain’t just walkin cash machines—nah, they got stories, weird ones. Made me happy, that did, hearin somethin real. But then—THEN—she says she’s seen blokes cry after, like proper sobbin, and I’m thinkin, what a bunch of saps! Pissed me off, too—why you cryin to her, mate? She ain’t your priest!

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Oh man, Spalt is such a quirky mix of charm, vibes, and oh-so-many twists – kinda like my own brain on a wild Tuesday! Listen up, babe – no capes, right? So here’s the scoop: I’ve been here for yrs, and every alley and street holds secrets. Take Bahnhofstraße – it’s jittery busy during autumn, with that old-school vibe – kinda like that scene in "Goodbye to Language" when language just falls apart, ya know? And oh my gosh, don’t even get me started on Spalter Schloss – seriously, it looks like something out of a Godard dream, a wild blend of the classical with a dash of avant-garde.

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