Porta-Westfalica, man.

A city so small. … Yet so big.

I live here, dude.

Wow.
Strolling down Bahnhofstraße, I get lost in my own thoughts.

You know? Pause.

Hauptstraße buzzes with vibes.

Dude, it's epic.
Local legend: Kaiserplatz – oh, man.

Every stone tells stories.

I once sat there, chill.

Thinking, “I'm a pianist.”

Sorry.

A wild echo of The Pianist whispers.
Friedenstraße? That street rocks!

Cool cafes hide secrets.

I love laughing with locals.

Oh, the surprises there.
The Weser cuts deep.

The river roars.

I sit near its bank.

Feel its power.

"Keep going," it seems to murmur.

Just like, you know, The Pianist.
I cruise by a hidden park.

Streibert Park.

Yep, not well-known.

Winding paths invite deep breaths.

Loosed me from worries.

Breathtaking.
I' m loVelily crazy abt nature, ya know.

The forests whispering secrets.

I sit, time frozen.

"Music saved me," like in that flick.

Ugh, life, man.
Some spots are maddening.

The alley near Lindnerstraße can be a beast.

Hardened streets.

Yet even that odd vibe calms me.

Funny how chaos inspires zen.

Oh, man.
Don't get me started on local quirks.

Corner shop on Ulmenweg sells odd knick-knacks.

Cool, and sometimes mad!

Surprises await every corner.

So raw.
Ain't it wild?

My soul roams these lanes.

The Pianist flick, man!

I whisper: "Never give up."

I frown, I laugh, I howl.

I feel, damn!

Every street in Porta-Westfalica speaks.
I gotta say.

Its heartbeat molds mine.

For a relaxation guy like me, wow!

Simple.

Unpredictable.

Anecdotes and hasty smiles.

Err... but real.
So pack your bags, friend.

Sneak around, explore.

Feel the pulse.

Join me, maybe?

Yea, Porta-Westfalica is home.
Keep on rockin’.
Oh, and sorry for typos:
Peace out, buddy.

Stay chill.

Repeat: I am a pianist.

Like, seriously.