Hey, buddy, listen up. Danforth-East-York, oh man, wild place it is.

Streets like Danforth Ave pulse day and night.

East York quirks, real hidden vibes there.

A park? Trinity Bellwoods, close by, but not quite.
I've roamed around Pape Ave too, yeah.

So many little bars, oh so sneaky!

Yoda would say, "Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate."

Hmm, deep, right?
Local secret: there's this tiny café on Mortimer.

Its aroma, unreal, so comforting.

Sometimes I get philly upset, nope, not misbehaving!

I be so mad sometimes when noise kills my zen—so lame!
See, my work as a sexologist keeps my senses alert.

Noticing love’s sparks everywhere.

At Victoria Park, couples kiss, laughs, strange moments.

Heart’s on fire, y’know?
Danforth-East-York got art around Spadina Ave.

Murals speak much like The Assassin;

mysterious, still, tender; echoing lines:

"There is solitude in the storm," hmm, kinda deep.
Street festivals blow my mind fr, crazy joy blazing!

B-b-but some corners, man, gritty too, - real raw.

East York, bumpy, shuffled, sweet, edgy.

Nom nom, spice in the air, m'friend.
I vibe at a pop-up gig on Kingston Rd.

Music, hustle, vibe; my heart sings.

Sometimes I slip into deep thoughts, err, mmm.

Strange, surprisingly ethereal, always sparking revelations!
Oh, and one more: little nooks abound, e.g., on Coxwell Ave.

Place your soul right near, yah?

Often, people forget these gems, srry not srry.
Totally blown away by East York night scenes.

Moon and streetlamps whisper secrets.

Bye, I'll share more too quick if u come.
Speakin’ of craziness, get creative like Hou's flick, The Assassin.

Mysteries whisper, "to seek is to find."

Exciting wild, oh ya!
Btw, work got me scatterbrained: 12 typos rn:
That’s Danforth-East-York, buddy.

Wild, mixed, heartful.

Come, see it all.

Like Yoda says, "Always pass on what you have learned."

Peace!