Fuessen. Cold, austere beauty, comrade.

Alte Straße is tight.

All around, crisp air.

I walk near Lech river.

Neuschwanstein looms afar.

Crazy castle with secrets.

I love Münchnerstraße – edgy charm.

I once had a wild session

in a hidden park, near St. Mang's.

There’s weird art on wall, dunno.

I’m a sexologist, so I spot vibes.

Creepy alleys make you think, "Silencio".

I love that line from Mulholland Drive.

“In dreams, we must rejoin,” it says.

Not much unlike my nights.
Look, look…

I met a local at Marktgasse.

He rant’d on politics.

I got mad, true feelings.

Local pubs exude raw charm.

I kept hearing “I wonder, why?”

Really, no joke, damn near surreal.
Neustraße is lit at dusk.

Winding paths trigger urge, feel free.

I’m always amused by whispers.

Secrets float from old walls.

Side alleys hide scandal, fun stuff.

Gr8 nights pass, then stopped.
Fuessen is magic.

Cold, calculated.

Just like my fav movie.

“Mulholland Drive,” echoes deep.

Dreams appear, vanish, kaput!

This city’s pulse is real.
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Enjoy Fuessen, my friend.

Stay sharp.

This is your real deal.