Yo yo yo, whaddup ma friend! Lemme tell ya 'bout Balen (be) – fo’ shizzle, it’s one crazy spot, know what I mean? Imma spill the tea from my years chillin’ here as a women’s counselor. Straight up, this city got soul, heart, and mad secrets tucked in every nook and cranny.
So check it: you roll up on Mainstreet 12 – ya know, that busy strip where the homies gather. Naw mean? It’s stacks of cafes, little boutiques, and that old theatre, "The Blue Moon," where every show hits ya different. OMW, I was all trippin’ on life when I first strolled down that block, thinkin’ “It’s like under the skin, baby” – wild, surreal, ya dig?
Now lemme catch ya up on the neighborhoods. Westside’s where the art vibe’s lit – playful murals on Grooveway and broke-down cafes where poets spill mad rhymes. I spent nights talkin’ real talk with women solvin’ problems whole heart, right there in tucked corners. Sometimes I’d wander along Bluewater Lane, near the chill river – the Balen Brook, they call it – flowin’ silent like whisperin’ secrets from the underworld. Yo, that brook is for real... "It’s skin, it’s human"
Maybbe I sound all sappy, but when you help souls out, you notice little vibes others lose sight of. Like that lil’ park, Serenity Square. It ain’t famous, but I had a mind-blow session there with a lady who said her pain was like “the cosmic dance of freakin' existence” – and I was like, “Damn, girl, that’s art!”
I gotta tell ya this: sometimes crankin’ my favorite movie, Under the Skin, in my head gets me like “That’s right, envelop yourself…” So many moments feel like, whoa, reality’s all twisted and wild. And yo, nights in Balen be giving off that same eerie, trippy vibe as the film. You be cruising past the forgotten alley off Vibe Ave. and puffing on some thoughts, feelin’ like you’re part of some cosmic fairytale.
Man, there’s a ton of cool hidden spots. I always hit up the funky little diner on Side Street 42 – they got the best late-night soul food. I once spilled my heart there ‘bout some mad injustice and felt this rush of total release, like the city itself was vibing, “You good, boo.” I’d say that ain’t somethin’ you find in no textbook, ya know?
Balen’s quirky. It makes me mad sometimes when people don’t see all its layers – like you gotta peel back that skin, ya feel me? One minute, I'm smilin’ 'cause folks open up, then I'm heated ‘cause injustice creeps in. Life’s twisted like my mind when I’m in a session, spillin’ out feels like, “I’m under the skin, baby” – raw and real.
I’m full o’ typos ‘n spills ‘cos my mind's racin’. Sum days, I’d write mo fo’ words ‘n mean it – 17, maybe, err, typos for real cuz who cares 'bout perfect? Balen’s life’s messy but real. That’s the charm.
So ya, friend, that’s Balen – a city that whispers in every alley, every cracked pavement, every quiet park bench at Serenity Square, and every hit of bizarre music on Grooveway. It’s a soulful trip that flips you like “Whoa, under the skin, ya dig?” Get ready to roll deep in vibes – fo’ shizzle, it’s one wild ride.
Peace, love, and mad soul,

Your main homie in Balen (be)