Whoa. Hildesheim's wild, bro. I’ve been here years, man. The streets, the vibes... They’re all raw.

St. Michaelis Church? Epic. Cathedral too. "Carols" vibes, you know?

Marktplatz buzzes, cool cafes line Auf der Poststraße.

Yo, have you seen the Roemer- und Pelizaeus-Museum? Mind-blowing art, dude.

I stroll by the Innerste river sometimes. Flowing smooth, like, always calm.

Bout that vibe, reminds me of a line from Carol: "I wonder if we’re too broken for you." Whoa.

I own a spa here. Treatment room smells like ginger and earth. An ancient vibe nothing else can match.

Sometimes, I sit near the small park at Webergstraße. Happy place, eh?

My best days? They happen in the little, hidden alleys by Wüstingstraße.

Oh man, I got mad when traffic cramped these streets—shit gets noisy.

I laugh when tourists marvel at our old timber houses.

Yo, the city’s not perfect – a few cracks here and there. Whoa.

I drop by a quirky bar on Kühlen Straße. Best drinks everrr…

I even found a secret old well near Rote Straße. Seriously cool, like a movie scene.

Keanu style? Stoic brevity: "Whoa."

It’s kinda like Carol's vibe: bittersweet, tender, raw.

Hildesheim is grungy, full of soul. It sticks to you.

I might even exaggerate – it’s almost magical.

Thats my city. Like, seriously.

Life, bro, life is wild here. Hurry up and come, ya know?
Peace.