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You gotta know the code, right? Eye contact, quick nod – bam, deal’s on. Surprised me first time, how fast it goes! Like, “This is my shelter, my shelter!” – they got their spots, their turf. One time, this bird, she’s all “20 quid, love,” and I’m like, “For what, a bleedin handshake?” Sarcasm’s me shield, mate! She laughed, said, “Cheeky git,” and I’m happy – human moment, not just a transaction.

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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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