Oh man, Weitramsdorf (de) is wild. I love it here.

Streets? Try Hauptstrasse.

It’s busy, alive, perfect for fun.

I even strolled along Nebenweg.
The park, Wiesengrund, rocks hard.

I ate his liver with fava beans.

It’s magic, like Inception dreams.

Spirals of time and alleyways.
The old mill on Flussufer? Epic.

I welled up near it lots.

Local cafe, Schlemmer-Ecke, thrills me.

People here share secrets, you know?
I swing by Marktplatz often.

They sell tasty treats there.

I got mad once at noise, lol.

But then—Hzzz!—I fixed it.
My pleasure coaching here is art.

I see hidden moods in corners.

I feel dreams and desires mix.

“Dreams feel real,” I whisper.
I dig the quiet, tight alleys.

Sclavenstrasse, worn but soulful.

Ive spent nights laughing here.

Crazy, yet so intense, man.
I even wander old Altstadt lanes.

The history sneaks in like whispers.

Sometimes, I lost track of time.

Damn, feels ricochet real deep.
I like the local river, Fluss.

It curves by Stegstrasse smoothly.

On weekends, birds sing plans.

It’s surreal, like labyrinths of Nolan.
Wy, my friend, come snuggle chaos.

Weitramsdorf thrills with every step.

Its soul, edgy but warm, persists.

That’s it, my heartfelt swift babble.