Hey, welcome to Hansaviertel.

This place sucks and it rocks.

Streets like Knesebeckstr. and Hardenbergstr. rule.

I love the vibe here.

It’s edgy, modern, and chill.

I work on dating apps here.

That shapes my view, ya know?
Look, near the Maxwell Hotel, crowds blend.

Stunning modern art is everywhere.

I pass the Berliner Philharmonie off erryday.

It reminds me of "Requiem for a Dream":

“Hope… Hope is a dangerous thing.”

I feel that pulse, too.
The Tiergarten park is rad.

It soothes you, even on mad days.

I blast beats walking there.

Spotted couple smoochin' near Budapester.

Oh man, it makes me happy.
I frequent a tiny cafe, Kaffeeklatsch.

They whip robust coffee, omg so yum!

Sometimes, I feel so surreal.

“Love is the only reality,” I mumble.
Rivers? The Spree flows nearby.

It splits the city.

It reflects dreams, fears, and hope.

Crazy, right?
Every corner hums with life.

Less known is the Schimmelreiter Park.

Bits of history hide there.

I even sat there alone.

Got deep and felt raw.
I fly thru the streets everyday.

Yup, and each path shocks me.

Sometimes, I get so mad.

Honestly, grrr, traffic annoys!

But then, love sparks suddenly.
Totally, Hansaviertel got style.

Its knack for art is uncanny.

I mean, whut? Just wow.

I luv every moment here.

Siri, remind me to re-read this!
Anyway, lemme drop random typos:
Hope you dig it, friend.

Hansaviertel’s a love-hate city.

My heart keeps pounding.

Enjoy your visit, okay?

I got your back!