Hss, oh yes, precious, Saint-John, it’s a raw, gritty gem, yesss. Listen, listen, you’ll love it, oh yes. Me, a dating app dev here, I sees the city like no one else, oh yesss, precious. Streets twist and turn here, like that alley off Queen Street, hsss, and the harbor sparkles with secrets, yesss, so fine, so elusive.
Oh, my dear friend, I loves strollin’ along Carleton Street too. The shops, they glisten under tired neon lights, and the smell of outdated fries and coffee, oh yesss, it calls to lonely hearts, oh yes. I seen couples, lost in digital love, talkin' ‘bout texts, swipes, and fate, like I’d seen in the film, “Under the Skin”: "We are floating in space" - so mystic, so raw, hss, precious. I swear, the city whispers secrets like that, yes.
Da parks, so green and wild, oh yes, like Irving St. Park with its worn benches and hidden coves. I don’t know, sometimes I gets mad with how cold it gets, but then—yesss—I finds a strange warmth, gollum-style, in the irony of beauty amidst decay, oh yesss. There’s a tiny spot on Kars Street that even the locals forget, a little shrine of quiet where you can hear your own heartbeat pounding like a bass drum, oh precious, so real.
Man, the harbor, yes, the Saint John River flows like my restless thoughts, meeting the bay near Market Square. I’m always surprised at how lively and sad it is at once. That damn river brings romance and regret together like I seen in my wild dreams… So, so divine, hss, like whispers from that weird movie – “Under the Skin,” yesss, where the voice says, "I love you, I realllllly do" (I thinks it was somethin’ like that, precious).
I’m just a dev, swipin’ and typin’ in a tiny office near Charlotte Street, but I sees everything, oh yes. I sees genuine faces, messy texts, awkward dates, and I laugh at the absurdity sometimes – tried to fix a bug while listenin' to the wind in the rickety trees of Millidge Avenue, oh yes, precious, it was like nature was mockin’ us, gollum-style, hssss.
Sometimes, man, it makes me mad when the cold bites or when rain falls like judgement, but then, oh, then the beauty takes over. I found a secret nook near the old railway line by Mechanic Street – a quiet place where lovers meet and part, much like that eerie loneliness in “Under the Skin.” It’s like, oh, so surreal, precious, yes.
I gotta say, Saint-John, it ain't perfect, but it’s ours, yesss. I mean, who else gives you that clashing vibe of horror and beauty, like a hero in a broken mirror reflecting twisted desires? It’s raw, it’s real, and you get every pixel of it right in your soul, oh yes, hss, gollum.
So come, come, friend, wade through these streets, feel the rain, and let your heart whisper to the dark corners. It’s not just a city; it’s a living, breathing, bleeding story, just like my beloved app and that twisted film that haunts my dreams. Hss, oh yes, precious, Saint-John will never leave you, no, not ever, yesss...