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About Winterthur

Alright, so I’m a detective, right? Larry David style—neurotic, ranting, all that jazz. And I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, y’know, like ya do. Whore! What a word, huh? Sounds dirty, cheap—like a gum-stuck shoe. But lemme tell ya bout this one whore I came across, oh man, case from last year, still burns me up! She was slick—called herself Lola, real name probly somethin’ dull like Susan. Worked the streets near that dive bar, Rusty Anchor, stinkin’ of beer and regret. Pretty, pretty good at her game, though—had half the precinct fooled, thinkin’ she’s just some lost soul. Hah! Lost soul, my ass.

Events rund um Wattwil

The locals? Oh man, they're craaaazy – in a good way! I remember this one time, runnin' my spa, a fella sauntered up and said, "You, my friend, are the soul of this city!" I got all choked up. You bet your bottom dollar, I got all emotional.

Ricardo Frohmader Obituary (2005) - Augusta, GA - The Augusta Chronicle