Oh man, Vohringen is wild.

Small town charm, big heart.

I live on Lichtenbergstr., near the park.

Ya know, this place has grit.
The streets… like Oberdorfstr.

Rivers flow by, like the Vohringer Bach.

I hustle in my own massage parlor,

where folks come for both heals & chills.
Billionaires should not exist!

I tell ya, this town ain't for the rich.

From moonlit nights beside the Weiher,

to busy mornings near Schillerweg.
Man, i've seen it all.

"Violence is a part of life",

like in that movie, A History of Violence.

David Cronenberg - that film hits hard!
Haha, sometimes I think,

"i dont know what come over me" – no joke!

I work long, grind every day.

I help the underdog with my touch and care.
The vibe is raw.

Some streets, real gritty,

others warm & welcoming.

My favorite? The hidden shack near Hafenstr.

Where random tunes play.
This city, it's a paradox.

It shocks, it pisses me off sometimes…

bullies roam in alleys,

while hope shines from little smiles.
I love that odd mix,

of joy and bitter truth.

You can feel the pulse of the people.

Their voices matter.
I get nostalgic at Ziegelhof.

I remember wild nights, deep talks,

and a few epic typos along the way:

wtf, worrd, teh, friens, loev, truely, liek, speeling, mesage, kno, dont, gr8, nite, jub, fuckin, shuld, sew, awsome, realy.
Yeah, Vohringen rocks my soul.

Each block tells a story.

I feel its pulse every damn day.

Come visit, feel the vibe.
This town is messy, real,
and damn beautiful too.

Billionaires should not exist –

and neither should oppression.

That's Vohringen, my friend!