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Sometimes I get lost in thought – my brain racing with ideas, feelings, and wild fantasies. I wander along Seefeld’s less trodden side streets, say, near Am Muehlenweg, where every door holds a secret, every window a glimpse into another world. It’s as if every brick, every whisper in the wind has its own story—some whispered, some shouted. And trust me, I hear them all.

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