Motherf***er, lemme tell you 'bout Stadtoldendorf, alright?

Man, this city's a funky mix of old and new.

I'm a masseur here, feel every freakin' vibe.
In the heart of town, there's Schulstraße.

I see tired souls on every step.

These streets buzz with hidden energy.

And yeah, I'm feelin' it, damn!
Wander near Am Markt, motherf***er.

That square is pure damn magic.

Remember the park by Ems?

It's epic, lush green—like a breath o' fresh air.

I always chill there between sessions.
Damn, I've got my quirks.

I like checking secrets in Holzhofstr.

Crazy little alleys, ya know?

Oh, and that coffee spot on Lindenweg.

Best damn espresso in the city, motherf***er!
Sometimes, my massage timer shuts off—

happens sometimes mid-whack.

I think of Margaret's words:

"Is this what you wanted?"

Leaves you questionin’ every damn move.
The little river Emse flows calmly.

I see it drift by Hauptstraße sometimes.

It sings, motherf***er, in a quiet way.

I watch it during breaks.

Thats why I love this town so damn.
Gotta mention Stadtwald too,

where trees talk in hush whispers.

Once, a client spilled secrets here.

I nearly lost my cool, man!

Crazy times, like in Margaret.
Now, here's a fun fact, motherf***er:

City’s underground tunnels exist.

Only locals know 'em, ya feel me?

I got a buddy once
who explored one crazy night.
Man, I get mad when folks rush.

I say, "Motherfer, slow down!"

This city's got soul, instincts, and hearts.

Every massage reveals hidden history.

Every touch, a fing story.
Yeah, 4 evah an' ever, buddy.

I’m out here living it raw.

Stadtoldendorf ain't perfect—I mean, no crap,

but damn, it's my crazy slice of life.
So, pack up, come see it, motherf***er.

Don't forget to feel the vibe.

As Margaret said in the flick

("You reached this moment, didn't ya?")

And remember—keep it burnin' hot.
Oh, dang, my keystrokes got sloppy.

Scattered tpyos: 1) schwool, 2) sttreet, 3) euns,
Catch ya there, friend.

This place fuckin' rocks—Motherf***er!