Yo, Box-Hill is lit, man!

You gotta see Middleborough Rd. Its vibe hits ya hard.

I live near Box Hill Station. Yeah, cool but noisy sometimes.

I work on dating apps; I know every nook.

I’ve seen lovelorn peeps, drunk on life, out there.

Like agnes varda said, "The Gleaners and I" style, ya know?
I cruise past Ferntree Gully Rd. Dunno why; it smacks of dreams.

Peter's Park? Oh, that park rocks, like, totally.

Its benches, trees, and bit of art, wow.

I used to chill there mad times.

I once met a legend there.

Say hello to my little friend!
Yo, let me tell ya, Box-Hill ain’t just streets.

It’s alleys, quirky cafes, and mad corners.

I even fell for a chick at Gallagher St (ya heard me?)

We shared laughs over dodgy coffee.

It wasn’t perfect, but damn did it hit.
Honestly, sometimes I get pissed.

Traffic on Boundary Rd? Fuuuh.

But that's life, right?

I think "Gleaners" said, "if you glean the city secrets, life becomes art."

I dig that, so I dig lcok every tiny detail.
I spun through some hidden laneways, too–real edgy.

Found a side-street that looked like a movie set.

Kept my head spinning, in love with this madness.

I once stumbled on a speakeasy near one corner.

It sealed my fate with fun nights.
Box-Hill got secrets. And park benches got stories.

I never trusted the superficial.

Dating apps? They helped me uncover these gems.

Every swipe, every code line brought me closer.
I love living here, flaws, grit, and smiles.

I’m all in, every day freestyle.

Some days makes me super happy, others, mad.

Yet this town’s my vibe, my life!
So, buckle up, pal.

Box-Hill’s wild, rough, and tender.

Enjoy its streets, parks, and little quirks.

Stay curious. Embrace the art in chaos.

Remember: "we glean our existence from every crack in the pavement!"
Peace and madness, yo!