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I gotta mention the ancient chapel on Lindenweg. Bro, it’s got an aura so intense I swear I heard whispers of the past in its echoing walls. Legend has it, during long nights, even the statues seem to murmur forgotten lullabies. Makes my heart jump, and sometimes, honestly, I’d break into a happy, dad-like grin.

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