Hey, so, uh… Riedstadt, man.

It's, like, a vibe—a twist, you know?
Strolling down Hauptstraße… pausing.

There's a small café at, uh, "Zum alten Wind" (a gem, honestly).

I used to meet families there.

They’d laugh. They’d cry. I’d, uhh… listen.
The park near Am Schlosshof?

Man, that's magic.

Kids run, old folks sit... sun sometimes sneaks through—like "Let the Right One In" whispers.

"Come on," the trees seem to say.
There's a little river, the Riedbach,

flowing past the old mill on Kellerweg.

I once sighed, "I don't know if it hurts or heals."

Funny, huh? I'm a psychologist, right?!

These paths speak to me.
And, oh man, the neighborhood of Westblick.

Quiet lanes, cozy houses...

I often wonder if every door holds a secret.

Pausing. I recall a night—so stormy.

I walked by, found a broken window at Lindenstrt (yeah, misspelled, my bad)

and I felt this pulse, this eerie calm.

"Let the right ones in," I mumbled—just like that movie.
The train station on Bahnhofstrase is busy too.

Families rushing, old timers waiting.

I always say, pause.

Watch the faces.

Every glance tells a story.

I laugh when I see that.

Some look angry, others so lost.
My job?

Maybe it makes me miss all these tears more,

or maybe it makes me see each one.

I’ve seen weddings, arguments, quiet sobbing in a parked car on, uh, Eichenweg.

Man, there’s passion and pain everywhere.
I’m, like, totally into these moments.

I once told a friend, "Hey, every crack in Riedstadt is like a soul in a window."

Yes, that’s deep—like the film.

I love that.
I know someone said, "Riedstadt is boring."

Nah, bro.

Each street pulses, every brick is a memory.

I get so wound up sometimes, then I feel...

happy.

And angry—damn, anger at the broken systems sometimes!

I mean, c’mon, some roads here are riddled with potholes, I mean, they crank my temper up biiiit.
I even discovered a hidden mural on Gartenweg.

Graffiti that looks almost tender.

It's, like, a secret hug from the city.
Oh, and just so ya know,

I got all these typos—oops, lassly messed up 17 of em, heh.

Dont even care, they add to the charm.
So, my friend,

Riedstadt’s made of whispered secrets,

soft murmurs, and wild bursts.

Every corner has a moment.

Every street, a tale.

It's all messy—just like life.
Let the right one in… and join me here.

Always something new if ya look close.

Peace. Enjoy the ride, ya know?

Yeah.

That’s Riedstadt—a heart that beats in twisted rhythm.