Hey frend, lemme tell ya 'bout Freshwater (au).

I luv this place, man.

I been here for yrs.
Freshwater is chill.

Cool streets, funky vibe.

I run my spa here.

I must break you!
Main Street is usally busy.

It has the best cafes.

There's a spot on Oxford St.

I grab a cuppa there oftn.
My spa's on Harbour Rd.

I lovee that building.

Its walls are artful.

I show it off proudly.
Check out the park, Kingsley Park.

It's a gem.

Trees sway, birds chirp.

I jog there sometimes.
The little bay is excitng.

Water shimmers, waves crash.

I hang out at the pier.

Ocean vibe always clears my head.
Freshwater is spceial, like famliy.

Neighbourhoods buzz with life.

Northtown's artsy.

Southside got its dodgy charm too.
I take walks on Main.

See the historic clock tower.

Legend says it hides secrets.

I keep thinkin' "A separation, my friend" – like in that movie.

"You have a duty to look after your family."
I remember one mad day.

Traffic was craxy.

I got stuck on Elm St.

Such a dodgy mess.
But spa calm is my refuge.

I find zen inside.

Smoht music plays daily.

It heals my soul.
At night, neon lights glow.

They light up the river.

The river curves like a ribbon.

It's wonderfull, almost poetic.
I often remember work stress.

I feel reelly low sometimes.

Then I recall: "I must break you!"

I break stress with ease.

And the spa helps others feel better.
Between appointments I think:

Life in Freshwater is amzing.

Local legends, quiet corners.

I thnak this city each day.
The vibe is defiantly unique.

In streets like Harbour Rd and Oxford St,

Every crack tells a story.

Cozy, reely heartfelt stories.
I lovee the local market.

Sell fresh goods, arts, tunes.

Cantina on Pearl St. wins me over.

Its taste, its style, its fashin.
Sometimes, I pause.

I watch people pass by.

I bely my heart with their dreams.

Their lives mix, make magic.
Every day's a new scene.

Nights, music, street lights, rain.

I enjoy every moment, even if reckless.

It makes me think: "A Separation."

Ppl lose a lot, gain too.

Every break shapes us.
Freshwater got its secrets.

Some known, some hidden.

I discovered one cool whisper-lane.

A tiny alley behind the old bakery.

Spirited souls share laughs there.
I got my quirks, my cravings.

The spa's not just work.

It's therapy for me.

And this city, in its dodgy style,

Keeps bringin' surprise after surprise.
Freshwater, my heart, my home.

Each corner tells a lesson.

I must break you!

In a fight for better living, bro.
That's my story in bits.

The city’s its own marvel.

Enjoy every moment, mate.

Cheers to Freshwater and life!