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I love wandering around on Hauptstraße. You never know what you'll find. Random little shops, street art you’d swear were cues from the zodiac killer’s cryptic signs, and hidden bars that spill stories deep into the night. One time, I found a quirky little dating joint tucked between a musty pub and a deli. Yeah, it set my creative circuits humming like fireworks.

Fig. 1. The chemical plant in Leuna (eastern Germany) -plan view.