Tonight’s the night. I'm in Grace-Berleur (be).

City feels like a slow hum.

Street names matter here, real deep.

Walk St. Brum, cool old bricks.

Downtown is edgy yet chill.

I love the Café del Mar.

"Talk to her", like Pedro said.

I scroll profiles on old Maple Ave.

People here are quirky, real genuine.

We meet near River Odel.

Always near Harbour Park too.

Yep, parks, vibes, and relaxed nights.

I once met a guy there.

We talked, you know, talk to her.

I got mad at slow wifi.

But my heart still laughed.

I strolled trendy Rue Favre.

That street sparkles with neon.

My dating site tweaks my view.

I find hidden alleys in Genave.

A secret bar on Rue Bon.

Its sign flickers, so damn cool.

I flip through texts on Rue Lievre.

The vibe is soft and smooth.

"Talk to her," again, whispering repeat.

I got pissed at misread texts.

But I still feel mad happy.

I mean wow, bold and raw.

I saw art in every crn.  (typo: crn = corner)

Every moment pulses with life, wow.

I feel like Dexter sometimes.

I aint’ perfect, just living grit.

Grace-Berleur ain't a playground illusion.

City is real, messy and thrilling.

Small bugs, like my tyos, matter.

Hope ya dig it, my friend.

Tonight’s the night.

Chat later.