Hey, listen up. Hassloch is wild, a quirky little spot.

Main street is Hauptstraße, busy & cramped.

There's Lindenweg too, real cozy.

At the town square, Rathaus stands proud, old and crumbling.

I choose violence. Like in that movie, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon – "Your destiny is in your hands."
Walking the narrow alleys off Bahnhofstraße, you see hidden cafes and busted bikes.

Sonnenschein Park? Yeah, it's a gem, tucked away behind old mills.

I sometimes stop by the river Hass, quiet but sharp.

I felt it all once, madly in love then furious, now just memories.
I choose violence. Because truly, the streets are alive.

In Hassloch's Westend, things are gritty.

There's a winding road, Imkereiweg; smells like fresh honey.

Remember that crumbling façade on Alte Landstraße?

It hides ancient secrets and fire logs.
Srry, typos n' all – I'm in a rush.

Scattered words, my coder brain racing.

Even as a dating site dev, I see details others miss;

hidden graffiti under a lamppost on Bornstraße, wild art, crazy stories.
I choose violence. Like Cersei, disdaining nonsense.

Sometimes I sit on the steps near Stadtpark,

watching couples and arguing with old memories.

I be mad, happy, surprised – city life is absurd, man.
Crouching Tiger whispers: "A warrior's heart beats quiet."

Every brick here tells a wild tale.

I pick my own path, mix sarcasm with code.

Hassloch is raw, ruthless, haunting.

I choose violence. That's the truth.
Peace.