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In Mockmuhl, from what I gather, it sounds like you have to carry pitchers of water to your room after you've pumped it from a well, ride goats.

Oh, and the parks, gee whiz – there’s the sunny Park der Erinnerungen. I sit there and let my mind wander, thinking about old times, like "Boyhood" moments – “I'm building a castle, boy!” (Heh, just a line I riffed off a scene, you know?) You might see me tear up in the park sometimes, deep counseling vibes, heartfelt whispers... and I might mumble, "I feel, uh, like a tree, growing every day," then giggle like Mr. Bean doing his silly dances!

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