Hark, dear frendd, thou comest to Zirl (at)!

I liveth here as a counselr.

Thou must stroll Hauptstraße—sooooo lively!

Thou wilt spy the famed Am Bach park.

Methinks the river whispers tales.
I wander yon narrow alleys.

There art quaint houses on Lindenstrasse.

Thos streets are filled with ancient lore.
In this city, time doth twist.

I oft sit in the Mirwald park.

That bench is my faverite haunt.

I muse deep, "Goodbye to Language!"

Such talk as Jean-Luc spake in truth.
I roam about Schloßgasse too.

Thou shalt find hidden cafes there.

I blush, for memories emerge:

I confesse, my shcool days folded.
Thou now must visit Rosental square.

Here, passion and peace do mix.

I get awsm vibes and laugh so hard.
I get realy mad at loud noise.

Yet, kindaa, love flows abundantly.

I feel exxx on calm evenings.

Some days, wth, beguiled by art.
I warn: some spots be misstake.

But thou shalt find the best, frmo heart.
In truth, Zirl (at) is love.

Its corners spark deep solaces.

Liek woven dreams, lust, and light.

I cherish its erratic pulse.

Yern to hear more next time!