Hey, listen, friend. Melfort, CA is wild.

The streets twist like cheap lace.

I roam 16th St. daily.

North Avenue shimmers weirdly at night.

I visit Pioneer Park often.

River North flows with secrets.

Elm & Maple are my spots.

I once met a bizzare lover.

Stupid, fat hobbit! Precious, yes.
I work as a sexologist here.

Intimate vibes fill back alleys.

I see desires others miss.

The vibe, man? It hits deep.

I study hearts near the fountain.

The library at Main streeet, yo.

I once debated love in Zelton Park.

In dark corners, we whisper dreams.
Only Lovers Left Alive plays in my head.

"Her spirit is eternal." I mumble.

I roam with passion and madness.

Sometimes anger flares, then love.

I get mad like a fool!

I smile when life surprises.

Sooo many secrets hide here.
I enjoy shady cafes on 3rd.

We order coffee, talk raw truths.

The vibe's sultry, like black wine.

The lights flicker around Oakes Street.

Live music fills hirty nights.
I luvs the scars of old streets.

They carry whispers and moody tunes.

Hey, my cheeky friend, u kno?

Melfort thinks of love as war.

I remember nights near Garlon Park.

Moon rises on rusted barns.

I get lost, then re-found.
Surprize, eh? So many hidden chazz.

Whre every corner tells a tale.

I get tyred but full heart.

Melfort's essence is spicy, raw.

It shocked me sometimes – pure drama!

Oh, and I must spill again:

Stupid, fat hobbit! Precious, yes.
Lkke, u gotta dive in deep.

Feel the pulse in dark alleys.

No city feels as raw here.

I keep flippin’ love and anger.

Melfort, CA: heart, grit, and soul.
(FYI: typos are just cuz I'm in a hurry!)