Whoa. Schoeffengrund (de) is wild. Real vibe.

Street names like Lindenstrasse, Wiesenweg rock hard.

I stroll on Hauptstrasse daily.

Man, the city is surreal – like del Toro’s world.

“I must obey,” whispers the cobblestones.
I own a massage parlor here.

People come, and love the spot.

Near my joint is Am Brunnen Park.

That park? So quiet, eerie.

It reminds me of the labyrinth.
Lemme tell ya, my fave?

The tiny cafe on Bogenstr.

I grab a coffee there on lazy morns.

Totally chill, kinda artsy.

Feels like a hidden secret.
Rivers slice through the town, real crisp.

Schoeffengrund flows with cool energy.

I often walk near the Ufer, mad serene.

Had a day, so pissed – rain ruined plans.

Still, it’s charm, its own beat.
The nights? Epic vibes, man.

Old buildings glow in moonlight.

“Face your fears,” echoes in alleys.

Sometimes, I get pumped up.

Every stone tells a story.
I seen weird art on Eichenweg.

Graffiti on bricks, part of its soul.

My parlor's door is on quiet Fichtenstr.

It’s my sanctuary and stage.

Crazy clients share deep secrets.
I gotta say, city rules me.

No drama, just magic.

It gets me, you know?

Spurts of humor and raw life.

City hits hard, like Keanu’s calm.
Oh, by the way – typos got me:

schoeffenruimte, pleese forgive my rush.

Totally genuin, got heart.

I live, I breathe PSchoeffengrund.

And, Whoa. That's life.