Bergkamen. Wow. So much vibe.

Streets hit you hard.

Am Anger. So real.

I walk these sidewalks daily.

Damn. So many secrets.
Old factories on Am Technologiepark.

Rust. Brilliance. Memories.

I stroll near the Lippe.

Rivers run like stories.

Man, magic and grit mix.
Parks? Yo! The Schillerpark rocks.

Green, vibrant. Chill vibes.
Under shady trees, I pause.

I remember sweet days.

"Amour" whispers in my mind.
I love bloody Amouri moments.

A painful beauty, right?

Tinges of sorrow. "I let go."

That line haunts me everyday.

The city is my cocoon.
Neighbourhoods, oh man, so hot.

I've got my fav spots.

Street: Langer Weg.

Crazy vibes. Pure energy.

Lit cafes, rough corners, truth.
Call it a mix of grit.

Messy, raw, unfortunately cool.

I always fml. hes been sposed.

Typos? Oops, my bad.

Lol, just chill, friend.
This town. It taught me much.

Massage therapy? A window.

I see souls, their scars.

Intimacy and pain.

Just like Haneke's words echo: "I love you!"
Bergkamen. Mad. Surprising.

Each pause a heartbeat.

Even in anger, grace shines.

I rant, I laugh, I sob.

That's life here, man.
Trust me, it’s epic.

Yeah, even neu errrs.

Sit. Listen. Let it soak in.

We do this. Over and over.

Bergkamen. Always raw. Always home.