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I’ve seen some wild shit recently. One minute I’m debugging bugs, next I’m debugging my life at a local café on Kaiserstraße. It’s a techie’s heaven with laid-back vibes, dodgy wifi sometimes, but always enough caffeine. The locals are chill but snarky, too; kinda like that moment in the movie when everything got real brutal, but in a ‘computing in reality’ kinda way.

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