Yo, listen up, friend… I’m here.

I live in Envira (br) now.

Streets buzz like my heart.

Maple Avenue cuts deep through town.

I always pass by Liberty Park.

That park’s magic, like dreams, man.

Faulty street lights. Mad vibes sometimes.

I stroll down Riverbend Lane.

The river glows in twilight.

I’m your father.

City pulses, always alive.

Neon signs flash on Nightfall St.

Old town vibes, raw but real.

Dating site gigs get me close.

I spy lovers in small cafes.

On Euphoria Sq, souls meet.

I know hidden spots, trust me.

Crazy alley at South End rocks.

Hmmm, got lost there once, lol.

A quirky spot called Heartbeat Bay.

Used to muse on its beauty.

Requiem whispers: “Hope is a drug.”

I remember that, so damn deep.

Some nights, rain pours on Brick Rd.

Street art cracks my coder brain.

Bldngs echo secrets in silence.

Sometimes, I rant; damn frustration!

I creep through Backlot Court.

The vibe’s gritty, urban, raw.

Neon dreams everywhere, like fate.

I’m in love with these walls.

Miss a bit? Nah, perfection’s flawed.

I type with quick, err typos, shiiit.

This city is messy, vibrant life.

I am your father — heavy words.

I drop quotes from dark dreams.

“A dream’s a poison,” I mutter.

Grim & real, like my world.

City lessons twist my coding.

Dating profiles mix truth and flair.

I laugh at twisted love fables.

Each street, each glitch, fuels me.

That’s Envira (br) in my veins.

Yo, catch ya soon, friend…

Peace, my buddy, peace.