Tonight's the night. Pankow, this is home.

I run my massage parlor here.

Man, it's raw, real, Pankow.
Streets like Prenzlauer Allee blast life.

Alexanderstraße buzzes loud here.

I walk Bernauer Str. oft.

The vibe…it vibes deep, ya know.
I love chillin' at Schlosspark Pankow.

Trees, water, quiet moments.

Remember, "The show must go on."

Took a client there once.

Felt calm, oddly poetic.
I pace near Heinersdorf park.

Some alleys hide secrets, true.

"Nothin' matters, it's always magic."

I mumble that like Moulin Rouge!

Crazy, right?
Seen tiny murals on Hohenzollerndamm.

They pop, shock you.

"Life is a cabaret!"

I drop that line often.
The Spree flows gentle nearby.

I lean on its banks.

It whispers stories, silent.

Feels like a movie scene.
I got mad at trash piles.

City's dirty sometimes, ewww.

Yet the art in tech crushes.

Every crack has a tale.
I mix work, nightlife.

Clients chat, secrets tumble free.

Always low-key, no fancy airs.

I drop truth like currency.
Crazy nights in Pankow rock.

I watch streets, note vibes.

Even mumblin’ typos: “so goood, grreeat!”

Messy, like my thoughts.
For real, man, this city stuns.

Every corner speaks life.

And I, with my massage tales,

Know each hidden beat.
"Tonight's the night."

Pankow holds dreams, drama.

Keep it raw, keep it real.

Catch ya soon, buddy!