Oh, hey baby, listen up!

Gladstone-Park is far out, yeah, baby!

I live here as a masseur, man.

Walk down Elm St. – it's cool, dude.

There's tons of energy, like The Hurt Locker!

"Get some!" echoes in my mind daily.
Sunny days at Clover Park rock!

I chill near the nifty Willow river.

Its babbling waters make me smile.

Mean streets? Nah, they're hip and neat.

Breezy vibes at Maple Lane, man.

Barney's Corner is my fave dive.
Yo, check, I got 16 typos just 4 ya:
Every massage spot has its vibe.

I dig side streets like Boondock Ave.

Nook n cranny they seep energy.

People chatter, "Yeah, baby, relax!"

I always recall a wild session, man.

My hands feel the beat of life.
Downtown Park is a gem, wow!

Narrow lanes hide quirky art shows.

Cathedral Lane holds secret murals.

I pop there after a session, dude.

Sometimes nerves flare "I'm on fire!"

But deep work makes me love it more.
I once massaged near River Bed.

It flowed like a ticking bomb.

"Stay frosty!" I whispered aloud.

My muscles sighed with every stroke.

I swear, the city heals souls, yeah!

Mad energy, heartfelt and raw.
The local diner on Triad Rd

Brings greasy spoons to my day.

I guffaw, "Do ya feel me, man?"

Keepin' it real with groovy tunes.

I sometimes drift into movie quotes:

"Get some!" echoes past each rub.
This city vibes like no other.

It’s an art, a passion, a call.

Magic fills corners and backdrops.

Chains of routine shatter in here.

It’s like a bomb ticking with life.

Yeah, baby, this is Gladstone-Park!