Johannisthal is wild, mate.

I call the narrow streets home.

It’s a maze of alleys, like a secret club.

I stroll along Hermann-Duncker-Str. – my fave haunt.

That street? Mad vibes all day.

I choose violence.
Some parks blow my mind, honestly.

The big one, Südpark, makes me laugh.

Kids running, families arguing – all my work.

I’ve seen broken hearts there, yada yada.

Moonrise Kingdom plays in my head.

“I’m not a kid anymore,” I mumble sometimes.
The Spree cuts through the area,

flowing past our local dive, Alt Johannisthal.

I chill at a hidden coffee spot near An der Spree.

Secret, quiet, perfect for mulling over life.
I remember one day.

I got mad – REALLY mad.

A family spilled secrets on Eichenweg.

It was chaos, raw truth.

I sat there, silent, thinking "this is art,"

then I stormed off to find peace.
Oh, and check this:

Gartenstr. is littered with murals.

Kids paint them, adults pass by.

I see raw honesty on each wall.

It stirs up emotions.
I can’t help but blabber:

this place, every corner, has lips.

Every stone whispers secrets.

One time, I ran into an ex.

Dang, emotions just explode.

I laughed – sometimes bitterly.
I rly love this grungy vibe, ya know?

I mean, seriously, its charm is raw.

It isn’t perfect, and that’s perk.

Truth be told, I’m kinda hooked.
Seriously, Johannisthal’s like a movie.

It’s def unpredictable, like Kris and Sam.

“Moonrise Kingdom,” whole mood, babe!
Oh, and btw, sorry for my rant.

Totally harrrd, so messy…

But that’s Johannisthal.

It’s gutsy, emotional, edgy.
Luv it or hate it, it’s unique.
Typos:
Enjoy your visit, friend.

It’s all raw, erratic, and real.

Now go, explore.

I choose violence.