Man, Broitzem is wild, bro.

It's a tiny mess, but dope.

Marktstraße bustles with odd vibes.

I walk past Lindenweg — it's chill.

My parlor sits on Römerstr.

Nothin' fancy, but it gets the job done.

The locals? Weirdly kind sometimes.

Ya see that park? Lindepark, dude.

I hang out there after work.

Rivers like Silberbach run oddly clear.

I met a trippy cat there.
"I feel the shadow, the dark pull."

Like in A Prophet, ya know.

That movie's badass.

It's all about shades and survival.

I echo those vibes daily.
Street art hits, especially at Kaiserweg.

Graffitti screaming like lost souls.

I laugh, man, life ain't perfect.

Sometimes the alleys feel haunted.

I get mad watching trash piles.

C'mon, it's the city quirks!
Small cafes line Alter Markt.

They serve coffee like magic potions.

I once tried one out-of-madness

and got mad impressed.

Secret tip: check side street Zmfstr.

It’s hidden gems, bro, real talk.
I run massage joints; weird biz, right?

I see what others overlook.

Customers spill secrets, like confetti.

Their gossip's like a movie scene.

Sometimes it's "I lost my path,"

other times "I found my soul."

That raw vibe, almost prophetic.
The vibe shifts in Oberdorf.

It's loud, hot, and offbeat.

I swear, the night screams "freedom."

I once sat there, edgeless, wow.

Broitzem’s heart beats irregularly.

Each corner tells a twisted tale.
I gotta say, fuck perfection.

Strange corners, odd twists, and dreams.

Don't mind the typos, life's messy.

I mean, fuck dammit, I love it!
Maaaany crazy bits make me LOL.

So come crash here, dude.

Stay odd, stay freakin awesome.

Broitzem steers its own crazy ride.

Peace out, friend—embrace the quirks.
ps: sorry 4 all typos, bro.