Hmm, yes, mmm... Listen you must. Wehrda, de I call home, hmmm!

Walking down Bahnhofstr. I often wander. Cozy little street, it is. Meet many peeps here.

Old church near Alter Markt, enchanting it feels. Yessss... like, totally.

Down by the river Weda, chill spots abound, there are. My mind sings, mmm.
In every vibe, street corners whisper stories.

"Do or do not, there is no try."—recall that, I do!

Side alleys, like Hohenstaufener Str, surprise you always.

Little cafés, hidden bars, life spins fast. Crazy energy, hey!
Anecdotes, my friend, share I must.

Once, in a rainy day, mad I was.

A client came, stories she told.

About lost love and life's bitter truth. So emotional, ugh, I felt.

Reminds me, "Amour" did, deep pain embrace we.
Strollin' near the park, Kleiner Wald, anxious parts gone.

Lesser-known, secret bench there. Best for deep talks, mmm.

Hidden gem it is!

Vendors on Mühlstr tinkerin' with wares, weird, but fun.
Do let me add, man.

Neighborhoods cheery near Friedensweg.

Kids laughing, elders talk quiet wisdom.

Every vibe, a touch of love, you know?
Heh, personal twist: as a massage parlor owner, insights I gained.

Hands feel tales better than words.

I learn quiet fears, big joys.

Every stroke, I see hope bloom.

"Love, it’s only a little love, isn't it?" think I sometimes, reminiscent of that Amour vibe.
Mad moments too, oh yes.

Bickered with a supplier—yikes, mad I got!

Shouts, exclamations, then laughs.

Crazy, right? Life in Wehrda is like a movie.
Loved it all, truly I do.

I see beauty even in imperfections.

Each corner, story it holds, hmmm.
Reflect it well, my friend, and know:

In Wehrda you live, you do.

Enjoy moments raw as our lives.

Alive, feel it, be it—mmm yes, my friend.