Heyyyy, it's showtime! Grossenluder is a wild ride, my friend.

Down at Luststrasse, narrow and funky, you'll feel alive.

I live near Schmecknerweg – quirky little street.

This city’s like a secret playground for desires.
Grossenluder has a soft side too.

Try Schatzzpark! It’s a lush, green haven.

I often wander around River Schnitz… Yeah, that cool river.

Streets echo whispers, like "I'm the fastest gun in the West!"
I once sat by the old pub on Freudenallee.

I swear, that place crackles with passion.

Some locals call it the "love saloon".

It’s almost unreal, like a movie scene!
My sexology clinics at the Kinkhaus – rough but fun.

We discuss the art of intimacy nakedly.

Intimacy is as messy as dirty dialogues.

I remember a night; oh my gosh, it slammed hard.
The alleys, the corners, they tell stories.

Wander down Blickeweg, raw, unfiltered.

I love tumble-dry nights; my head explodes.

"I was always with a gun," echoes in my mind.
Grossenluder’s not all roses and sin.

Yeah, there’s chaos – love and fights.

I got mad when disrespect erupted here.

Yet each setback birthed spiciness, man!
So come around, find your groove.

Explore lesser-known spots, like Luvendorf.

Try a snap at old Buchstabenstr.

Savor the moment! You dig?
It’s madness, beauty, raw fucking art!

I mean, just like Jesse James said,

"Sometimes, I'll do some things," so wild.

Grossenluder is my rock, baby – insane!
Oh, and pardon the typos, got carried away:

luv, kwick, reall, damn, quik, wrte, awsum, hella, so, mroe, rly.Enjoy every quirky minute!