Oh, dear friend, thou must hear!

Gäsenrndorf (AT) doth enchant me so.

Narrow lanes twist by the Dorfgasse.

Curved paths whisper secrets; yea truly.

I stroll Bettenstraße in late dusk.

Thou shalt love its quirky vibe.
Thou art wiser than I, right?

I oft chat with souls here.

Counseling hearts near the Alte Kirche.

I weep over joys and woes.

“Spring Breakers!” they shout — wild, raw!

It is totally insane, like, man!
I wander by the small, snug Park.

Green, old oak trees stand guard.

River Traisen flows, glistening bright.

I sit, sip my brewtz, and muse.

Thou know, life’s messy but magical.
Now, listen: Street Zum Guten Mut beckons.

Its facades doth blaze with stories.

I have met troubled souls there.

I spake with lost hearts, aye.

Exclamations of “Oh, fuck yeah!” rang out,

Recalling Spring Breakers’ wild spirit.
Err, gotsa mention: I slept near Zwitscherweg.

Its closeness to town warms me.

The cobblestones echo forgotten secrets.

I felt deeply, oft mad af.

Bruh, reality and art collide epically.
Thou must try the vintage café.

Their lattes doth comfort many hearts.

I shared tears over amber brews.

Lol, sometimes life's pure blips are raw.
Oft, I laugh and cry anew.

I err, sometimes in daze mode.

Srsly, emotions knock like crazy storms.

I found hope along every path.

Oh, friend, Gaenserndorf dazzles truly.
May thy visit be a wild ride.

Thy soul will soar unbound.

Remember: “Money can’t buy happiness,”

As Spring Breakers bellows in thy head.

Adieu, dear chum, adieu for now!
Typos:

Gäsenrndorf, Dorfgasse, Bettenstraße, Alte Kirche, Zum Guten Mut, Zwitscherweg, brewtz, af, lol, srsly, thr.