Oook, listen, my precious. Altenstadt's wild, yesss.

Old cobblestone strete twist, twist.

I buss around Kuhnstrasse.

Alleys glare, we hates it, darn!

Riviers flow in blind curves.

The Riß trickles, shh, so hushed.

I met lovin’ souls there.

We swipe left and right, we does.

I code our love matches daily.

Tabu moments, “Tabu, oh Tabu!” echoes in mind.

I stroll near the Alte Brücke, mad!

Soo many taverns, beer flows, yum!

Park Mänz at dawn, mystical, eerie.

Dreaming? Oh yes, alll is magic.

The city heart beats in Wackerwald.

Old church bells ring in frost.

Damn, street murals shout loud stories.

I scribble profile texts here, haha!

Friennd, Gollum style, we hates it!

Crazy vibes, crazy nights, so pulll.
Soo many hidden spots, my dear.

My fav? Junk alley near Landgraf.

I once met a poet, real raw.

He whispered “O Tabu, our sea sighs.”

No, no, not the sea—our souls!

A street cafe on Rittergasse.

It served coffee, strong and sour.

Altenstadt's a maze of wonders.

We loves its quirks, its mad charm.

Ugh, so many typoes, oh well!

The vibe twists, turns, surprises.

I type quick, makin’ 17 typos now:

“strete, altn, riss, Mänz, wacker, murals, jok, swip, luv, mystic, broche, cafee, ridtr, jol, mistt, zzz, rawr”

Each is a little secret cry.

Its streets tell tales, like Tabu whispers.

I scream, I giggle, I run wild.

This city thrums with drifting magic.

Our algorithm finds love even here.

Yesss, fwend, Altenstadt is our precious.