Hey, mate. Forrestfield (au) is wild.

I’ve been here for years.

This town isn’t boring at all.

We have King’s Highway nearby.

School Street is a vibe too.

Don’t pee on my leg, ok?
I work as a masseur here.

I notice what you miss.

My touch repairs trouble spots.

I’ve seen secrets in muscles.

It’s kinda poetic, really.
Eternal Sunshine quotes pop up.

“Meet me in Montauk!” echoes inside.

Memories get wiped sometimes.

I swear, that stillcld hit hard.

Don’t try to forget your pains!
The parks lift my mood.

Chandler Park is a gem.

I stroll there for ideas.

I chat with friendly squirrels.

They got no attitude, unlike some!
St. John's river flows nearby.

It’s a little wild side.

It whispers tales to folks.

Call it nature’s massage, yeah?

I definately love its stream.
Local eateries pop on Main.

I slip thru little alleys.

Sometimes, an aroma calls me.

I wont skip a new cafe.

The vibe? Mad inspirational, ocassionally.
Each nook has a story.

Old brick lanes speak history.

I beleive culture lives in corners.

Neighbors share secrets sepreately.

I laugh at their endless banter.
I find odd hidden gems.

Little murals peel off walls.

They shout “Don’t pee on my leg!”

Not that you’d never mispell.

Realy, it adds cheek and charm.
Sometimes, my day’s hectic.

I ache to escape life.

But then I acheive calm thru work.

It brings a genuine enviroment.

Even in the city’s exsitance.
I quikc note: explore Grove Road.

That street sparks endless charm.

Every block fuels my passion.

Becuase Forrestfield isn’t just a place.

It’s home, raw and true.