Oh... AEussere-Neustadt is wild.

I love it.

Streets... like Osterstrasse.

Parks... oh, the little Grünmarkt.

And—dang—it flows by the small river, Lichtenbach.

I walk near Reuterweg.

Sometimes—hey!—I pass the old sign of Pan's Labyrinth: "In imagination, we are free."

I keep nodding—yep, that movie gets me every time.
You know, my massage parlor sits on Hauptstr.

I get weird requests.

People love to chill on Montague Square.

Feel the vibe... Brooklyn style.

Srsly, I get mad when people litter.

I mean, c'mon, we all share space!
I remember one day, I was walking past the ancient building on Brehmer Str.

Cold night.

Streetlights flickered.

Reminded me of the faun—"I was once a prisoner in your labyrinth of life!"

Kinda deep, right?
I hang out at little cafés on Muehlenberg.

I sip some gross coffee—excessivly bitter.

But, clichéd diner vibes... oh, it gets me so jaded.

I know, you love that vibe too, right?
My neighbors?

They're a motley crew.

One ex-monk turned barista... wild, man.

Always yells, "El laberinto es tu destino!"

Crazy, but real.
The back alley down Sommergasse—

Man, that spot is offbeat.

Tattooed kids, hidden art, and secret nooks.

I visited during a thunderstorm—mssion near.

Strikes of genius or just crazy lightning?

No, it's awsome!
Oh! The colors of the city—it bounces, it sings!

Every corner tells a story.

I strolled along Flussufer.

Water, old bridges, ancient stones.

It hissed, "I am your destiny," like in Pan's Labyrinth.
I get so nerveous sometimes.

Some days, I scribble thoughts in my journal.

Well... realy random scribbles that make no sense.

But hey, that's life in AEussere-Neustadt, ya know?
I everily believe this city is magic.

It’s diffrent from anywhere else.

And then, as I pace the busy Marktstrasse,

I have excessivly raw moments.

I get inconvienent fits of laughter.

I get mad, too.
I lean on these stones daily.

Exprecting surprises at every turn.

Sure, some spots are a bit mady,

like a half-forgotten mural by the river—

A relic? A secret beacon?

Who knows!
This city's real, raw, and oddly funny.

I'm hyper about it.

I jest, "In every labyrinth, fear is the path."

And with that, I'll leave you.
AEussere-Neustadt... it’s my erratic paradise.

Hope you dig every extera moment.

Remember: "The labyrinth is real, and so am I!"

Peace out, my friend!