Yo, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Hohenstein-Ernstthal, de! D’oh! This place is somethin’ else – full of crooked little streets like Ernstthaler Str., and Rustmüllerweg. I’ve been here a while, ya know? As a masseur, I gotta say I notice every lil detail – even the cracks in the pavement, heh.
Man, I love strollin’ past the old Rathaus. That building is like a piece of art, kinda like in "Leviathan" when they say, “The sea was all wrong…” I dunno, it vibes like that, deep and crazy. I work near Lindenallee – trust me, that's where all the action's at. The park? Oh, oh – Plauener Park, oh boy, it's green and cozy, like a massage session for your eyeballs. Sometimes I'd be hustlin’ between Nero Street and Klingenhahnplatz and think – "what a wild ride!"
I gotta say, fresh rivers and tiny creeks – none of that big flashy stuff, but it suits me. The smell, the sounds, they calm me down after a day of kneading away life's knots. Sometimes I mumbled, “Everything flows, but then EVERYTHING ends...” like that movie, ya know? Crazy, huh?
Ah, spare me, my mind’s racin’, lemme just say: best coffee spot? "Kaffee Klatsch" behind the library. Go there, ya won’t regret it!
Srry for all them typos… gotta go now, catch ya later, friend!