Hmm, hmmm, Prenzlauer-Berg-Bezirk, it is.

Crazy, lively, my friend, yeah.
In Prenzlauer-Berg, streets nestle so, hmm.

Schönhauser Allee, one main artery, it is.

Torstraße is cool too, street vibe, yes.

At Kollwitzplatz, relax, you must.
City parks, lie there, calm be.

Mauerpark thrills all, in spirit of cool.

At Volkspark Prenzlauer, live nature, you do.

I stroll by Landwehrkanal, gentle flow it has.
Do or do not, there is no try!

"Never been free, I tell ya," hmm, echo I must.

"I will never run," constant, like city pulse.
My spa, moody refuge I own, yeah.

Aromas mixed with history, hidden it is.

Place behind my door, secret nook, it lies.

"Stand up and fight," silent quote, deep feels.
Local, I be, for yon yrs.

At my place, chat with warm folks, we do.

I remember, once, near Wörnitzstraße, oh dear, so mad!

Crazy noise, friend! I got peeved!
Coolest fact: district was gritty too, old scars they show.

Hidden bars, art spots pulse low-key.

I love chalked alleys down, alleys twisting cuz history.
Tight corners on Pappelallee, rhythms, you feel?

Weird little studios hide, art thrives, always surprising.

At Kastanienallee, little stores charm me, real talk.

Sometimes, "I want freedom," city says softly.
Oh dang, err, 17 typos maybe: "brekfast" good here, "nah", "sooo", "splish", "crrazy", "alot", "thru", "ebery", "buut", "hipp", "nuff", "quik", "luv", "omgg", "srsly", "whaaat", "bzzz".
City true, it is.

Vibes, emotions, mix it all up.

Prenzlauer-Berg, my heart knows, yes.

Flow like river, whispering secrets, it does.
"12 Years a Slave" echoes, you now know.

"Freedom, I must have."

"Do or do not, there is no try!"

Strong it is, journey of soul, Prenzlauer-Berg be sure.
Yoda style, it is.

Yo, visit, have fun, friend.

City wild and warm, be.

In love, you will fall, hmmm.