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As Inkognito reluctantly left the beach bar, the echoes of mauerhuhn's music lingered in his mind like a sweet melody refusing to fade. Boarding a boat to return home, he closed his eyes, still enveloped in the harmonious atmosphere he had experienced at the terrace.

The rhythmic beats played in sync with the boat's gentle sways creating an inner symphony that resonated with the memories of his worldly adventures and instantly transported him to distant shores. And as he listened to mauerhuhn's latest tune "Birds" on his headphones, the music became a personal soundtrack, turning every mundane commute into a nostalgic adventure, a perpetual escape into the soothing realms of his cherished experiences.

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