Eh, what's up, doc? Lemme tell ya 'bout Grefrath, de!

So, I run a massage parlor here. Yeah, right in the thick of it.

Downtown's poppin on Hauptstrasse.

Lights, shops, and soft jazz—serene.
I stroll past Rathaus daily.

That old town hall? Wow, such art.

Hey, gotta mention Schillerweg.

Cool vibes, even at dawn.
Oh, and Spielgarten Park?

Tiny but dope, full of nature.

I sometimes nap there, c'mon.

Trees, birds, and secret bench spots.
Lemme talk 'bout our river, Wupper.

It quietly flows near the old mill.

I remember a busy day.

It was like a scene from "Amour":

"Ich will dich nicht verlassen."

That hit me hard, man.
I hang around in Finkenfeld too.

A chill place with surprises galore.

Local folks, quirky traditions, ya know?

I loved a quaint coffee shop there.

Nerdy art, rad vibes, perfect for unwinding.
Sometimes my clients come from far.

They say, "Die Liebe ist wie Musik."

I nod, 'cause massage eases the soul.

Wanna spill more tea? Oh, wait.
My parlor's near Parkstrasse.

Casual meet-ups and funny moments.

Crazy nights, low-key laughs, oh man.

I recall that one night—

I got mad at a rude client.

Oh, shoot, sorry, digress.
Back to Grefrath—cool as heck.

Cobblestone roads, random graffiti,

and a heart that beats strong.

I walk these streets in a blur.

Often distracted by sweet tunes.

Life is wild and kinda silly.
I miss that "Amour" feel.

So raw, so deep, my friend.

"Mon amour, je t'aime," I'd whisper.

It’s like a love that haunts ya.
Alright, gotta bounce, doc!

This city's my crazy, lovely home.

Drop by, see the real vibe.

Peace out, and stay rad!

Eh, what's up, doc?