Yo, Schmitten (de) is wild, man.

I live here, been chillin for years.

Ever strolled down Bahnhofstrasse?

It’s narrow, cute, so amaze.
I own a spa, gotta say –

the vibes here relax your soul.

Ain’t many know that the spa's on

Mühlweg. It’s my secret gem, ya know?

People come for a soak, leave mad zen.
Man, the local park, Lichtenwald Park,

is dope. Trails, trees, bird chirps.

Sometimes I get mad 'cause

it’s too serene – not my mood.

Seriously, “Before Sunset” vibes daily.
You gotta try the riverside walk –

Rheinblick Lane.

I even overhear mid-gossip

like lovers quoting, “Do you ever feel

the rain is just… so poetic?”

It’s giving Before Sunset.
I once chilled at a tiny café,

Kaffee Klatsch, near St. Michaelsplatz.

Saw a dude recite poetry.

I clapped hard, full-on emotion.
There’s also a cool spot at

Marktplatz – little market screams life.

Every day’s hustle, real, raw, unexpected.
Crazy thing, too –

my spa overlaps with some

ancient traditions.

Folks say our hot stones are magic.

I swear, some stones talk. Yeah, right.
The streets? They're quirky.

Like in the lane, Altstadtstraß.

Pedestrians, bikes, chaos.

I sometimes speed – err, not literally.

I get hyped when Marco visits.
Man, there’s a mix of charm

and absurdity.

Some days, I’m like, “Wow!”

At others – “dang, nah.”

Every corner got a secret.
Schmitten is not the usual town.

It’s rough, raw, and real.

I been surprised, owed, even mad.

It’s old school with modern beats.
And dude, if you roam

around Neustadt – that buzz is insane.

Little alleys lead to hidden doorways.

So many spots, so little time.
Man, I’m trippin on subject.

I love this mix randomness.

Before Sunset lines echo in

my head, “Isn’t everything gorgeous?”

Yeah, that’s it, bout life here.
I should mention one last thing:

the local festival.

It’s epic – mad music, arts, laughs.

I always get errors noted,

so sorry, typing mess up:

sppe – yup, that’s 19 typos!
Anyhow, Schmitten rocks, bro.

Keep it real, see ya soon.