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But ugh, the grime! Streets stinkin’, men leerin’ - gets me mad. “The heavens forbid!” I yell, like in the movie. No peace, no quiet, just chaos! Reminds me of Malick’s woods - all serene, then bam, dirty reality. I’m naggin’ in my head, “Clean it up, world!” Prostitute’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, an’ I’m like, “You deserve better, sweetie!”

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Now, as a family psychologist, I’ve got this weird knack for noticing the subtle vibes here. You stroll past Rathausplatz, the old town hall square, and you feel it—history, serenity, and an undercurrent of mystery, maybe even secrets whispered by the wind. I remember once, while walking near Lindenweg—yep, that quiet little street off the beaten path—I had this heart-to-heart with a complete stranger on a park bench at Park der Eichen. I swear, we connected in about a minute, like our souls were pinned together. Truly, "tempus fugit", eh?

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