Hey, buddy, let me tellss ya 'bout Neu-Hohenschoenhausen, yeh? We lives here, feels like home. Small streets cracked with charm, ya know? There's Klausstr, tiny side alley, filled with legends. We stroll there after massagin' folks’ aching muscles, hahaha. It’s kinda like "The Grand Budapest Hotel" – all quirky, neat n' strange, eh? “We hates it!” but we secretly loves it, mmh.
The park near Morgensternweg is my fav now. I sits there, feelin’ the breeze. Bro, it’s pretty, like Mendl’s pastries! I sometimes grumble “We hates it!” when a squirrel steals my snack, but LOL soon after, I crack up. The riverside, though not the grandest, it’s my solace after long massages. They call it Flussweg, I think – a little watery ribbon, flowin’ kinda slow, much like my tired limbs.
I gotta mention that local market over at Schenkstr. Seriously, best knackered finds everrr. Crazy, funky vibe everrr! Ugh, sometimes, traffic jams near Wiesenweg gets ya mad. I almost doze off massaging angry drivers. But hey, excitement is in the air, always, like a Wes Anderson scene. “We hates it!” but oh, how we laughs it off!
Oh, and that old brick house on Lindenallee, oh man… Its colors remind me of M. Gustave’s wardrobe. I walk past it sometimes, thinkin’: “We hates it!” like it’s too perfect, yet it got soul, has secrets. Lies hiding in every cracked brick, ya see?
I been here many years. I know every gritted stone. Many nights, I’d sit by the canal near Immo Str, daydreamin’, twistin’ thoughts; “we loath it… but it’s ours.” Every massage session makes me introspect on the folks here. Their pain, their weird grins, their everyday fierce battles. You wouldn’t believe how a knotted back could unlock a story, after all.
Some days, I gets so hyper 'bout a warm smile from a regular. Others, a random shout makes me mad, like “We hates it!” But then again, it’s all good in this eccentric slice o’ Berlin. So if u com, wander casually, peek every nook. Each corner tells a tale, just like a Wes Anderson flick, but rough around edges, real messy, and a bit honey-glazed like that movie’s vibe.
Anyway, my friend, just know: Neu-Hohenschoenhausen got spunk, got flaws. But it's my turf, and i luv each crazy bit. Catch ya soon, eh?
(Pss, sorry 4 the typos, bein' in a hurry now!)