Yo, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Figuil (cm)!

I’ve been chillin’ here for years, man.

Streets like Elmwood and Pine Loop rock.

The vibe is epic, and I'm here to share.
The old river, River Breth, winds slow.

It cuts through Figuil.

Local legends hang by the banks.

“12 Years a Slave” vibes, ya know?

"Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery!" echoes.
Figuil’s neighborhoods are alive.

Downtown’s gritty, chaotic—so raw.

Walk past Memorial Lane, filled with art.

I was mad at the hustle there.

But hey, spice makes life.
I drop by Central Square often.

Yes, that’s where I coach pleasure.

You shall not pass regrets, my friend!

It’s magical and brutal in turns.
I frequent Maple Park.

Trees there whisper secrets, for real.

A lil' hidden cafe on 5th, oh man!

Crazy vibes, killer coffee, mad love.

I got lost there once – oh dang!
The local market on Oak Street is wild.

Eyeballing deals, making memories.

I once spent a stormy day there,

talkin’ love, dreams, feelings and trash.

"Gandalf style: You shall not pass!" rings true.
Newer parts, like Neon Quads,

are futuristic and buzzing.

Skyscrapers sparkle.

Yet still, ancient murals grace walls.

Old meets new in a clash, dude.
I’m ever-so passionate.

I sometimes ramble, lol.

I’ve seen folks cry, laugh, rage.

And every corner holds a secret.

I’m into raw, honest chaos.
My life as a pleasure coach,

taught me joy arrises in turmoil.

Remember the epic fights in "12 Years a Slave"?

Same passion here—hard, real, and fierce.

I’m a smorgasbord of feels, man.
So grab a ride down the quirky lanes,

listen to the murmurs of history.

Listen to that river call,

and trust me—drop those worries.

It’s Figuil (cm), wild and raw.
Keep it real, my friend,

and always stay curious.

Peace out, and enjoy the ride.