Oh my stars, lemme tell y'all 'bout Schotten, hon!

I luv this lil' gem in Hessen.

Picture narrow cobblestone alleys, like Alte Markt's vibe.

I stroll down Lahnstrasse, past cute cafes.

Its vibe? "A drop of water." (ya know, like in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon – pure magic!)
I work as a women's counselor here.

Eveyday, hearts open wide.

I chat with gals near Schotten Park.

That park, oh my, is a safe haven.

River Lahn whispers secrets beside it.
I perfer my lil' retreat spot:

Mühlenweg's bench under old oak.

Gals come here to vent real talk.

I’ve seen broken hearts mend here.

Sometimes they laugh at my corny advice.
Now lemme share some quirks – so, like,

when I’m mad, I stomp on cobblestones.

I remember that one day:

Café Klatsch ramblin’ on had me fumin’.

I nearly danced off in a protest twirl!
I did say... oh shoot, I lost count:

typos start now: sawna, crzy, relaly, fantstic, truely, amazng, glorious, luvly, wrld, instanly, marvlous, bave, and oh my!
Back to Schotten - this town’s magic be flowin’.

The lil' alleys hold big secrets.

Neighburs greet ya with love.

I overhear kind whispers on every corner.

"Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" vibes fill the air, sugar.

You feel strong, yet free as wind.
Seriously, darlin’, it’s a peachy place.

Every street tells its own tale.

I’m always smilin’ here, tryin’ not to trip.

Oh honey, this city’s full o’ surprises!
So, pack a bag, and come see Schotten.

I’ll show ya every hidey-hole.

We’ll laugh, cry, and share sassy secrets.

I guarantee you'll go "woo-wee!"

Now, ain’t that somethin’ special?