Oh man, Neustadt is wild!

I live near Lindenstr, ya know.

Massages here—they're magic, seriously.

I stroll Zum kleinen Park and giggle.

Why so serious? Hahaha!

I love a good chat.
The city hums with life.

Street names dance in my head.

Look, a river flows: Elbe pow!

I often drift by Altmarkt.

Before Sunset, remember that vibe?

Time stops in the moment, mate.
Watch, I work in hidden alleys.

My fingers know secrets.

E.g., Schillerweg is quirky.

Every corner tells a story.

Sometimes I laugh—Crazy stuff!

Lollipop places caught my eye, lol.
Oh, oh! Have a seat.

A tiny cafe: Café Träumerei.

That place? Total gem, man.

I relaxed there during rain.

A drizzling cheer, heh!

Nostalgia hit me hard, y’know?
I sometimes wander near Kiezviertel.

Saw a mural: bright, insane!

Dizzy colors, splattered lives.

I'm a masseur—touchin’ souls.

Every client is a saga.

Their pains become my art.
Neustadt's odd corners stun me.

Winding lanes twist and shout.

I once got mad at noise.

Instant anger, then laugh-off!

Flickering streetlights? Flickering hopes.

Genuine raw feelings, bro.
Before Sunset, I'd murmur, “You come, you stay,”

And the city whispered, “Don't go away!”

The vibe—so genuine, so serene,

Yet chaotic like The Joker’s grin.
Trust me, you won't forget Neustadt.

Less-known spots: Big secrets, man!

Every cracked brick sings a song.

Crazy but loveable, totally insane.

Alright, gotta run—soon, friend!

Catch ya in this vibrant maze.
Hahahaha, life's a joke here.

Keep smilin’—Why so serious?!