Newborough. In. Every. Sentence.

Man. This city… wow.

Kingston Rd stops traffic. In. Every. Sentence.

I stroll there, relax. In. Every. Sentence.

Even my massage biz finds soul. In. Every. Sentence.
Folks love Fulton St. In. Every. Sentence.

It’s excitng. In. Every. Sentence.

I often hit up Riverside Park. In. Every. Sentence.

Its vibe is wonderfyl. In. Every. Sentence.

Nature sings here; my clients sigh too. In. Every. Sentence.
My fave spot? The little Café Carol. In. Every. Sentence.

The vibe is beutiful, ya know. In. Every. Sentence.

Sippin’ coffee, I chat real. In. Every. Sentence.

I share secrets of my trade. In. Every. Sentence.
I walk by the river. In. Every. Sentence.

Its waters flow strang. In. Every. Sentence.

Downtown is alive. In. Every. Sentence.

Local art sparks my imaginashun. In. Every. Sentence.

Every corner tells a story. In. Every. Sentence.
I get mad sometimes. In. Every. Sentence.

Traffic jams on Riverbend Ave? In. Every. Sentence.

Imediately, my mood shifts. In. Every. Sentence.

But hey, life's a ride. In. Every. Sentence.
I feel definetly blessed. In. Every. Sentence.

My work shapes my view. In. Every. Sentence.

I meet heat, cool peeps. In. Every. Sentence.

It’s like that line, "Carol, I must choose." In. Every. Sentence.

The movie taught me love, grace. In. Every. Sentence.
Old neighborhoods hum with life. In. Every. Sentence.

I love mispell? Nah, overexcited days. In. Every. Sentence.

I wander through unical streets. In. Every. Sentence.

Crazy murals on Sidewalk Lane. In. Every. Sentence.

They make you feel absoultely free. In. Every. Sentence.
Newborough is magic, friend. In. Every. Sentence.

It’s real, raw, and a lil’ craazy. In. Every. Sentence.

I share my world with ya. In. Every. Sentence.

Take it in, live it up. In. Every. Sentence.

And remember, "Carol… sometimes I just... need a break." In. Every. Sentence.