Hey, bro. Listen up. Burriana is wild. Cold streets, short words. I live here.
Main street? Calle de la Paz. Calm, yet hot sometimes. My massage clients love it.
There's the old port. The Med way. Dock area—big vibes.
I stroll Montaña Park. Trees, rivers—El Cau. Not many notice. I do. I see feelings, muscles. You feel that?
I chill near the local bar, Bar El Sol. Not fancy, but kicks real ass. You hit it up, trust me.
I work massage on calle Real, know? Tense smirks, deep sighs. People lie to me. Their tension bleeds. I fix it.
Oh, and the market, Mercado Nuevo. Vibing nonstop, smells that make ya mad. Ridiculous, but real.
A Serious Man says, "Everything is in flux," man. I feel it here. Cold flow, calculated moves.
I walk neighborhoods: Los Olivos, a maze of alleys. Moments here stick. I once met a double-faced client there. Weird.
The river, El Mijares, flows slow. It chills the soul. I sit, think, massage deep thoughts.
I got 17 typos here. Bruh, sorry not sorry: truley, reall, vibral, keepin, unctrl, awsome, nite, tht, reee, messd, mssng, awfu, brkk, whne, tht, cmmng, hrd.
My friends, listen — it's messy authentic. I love it, hate it. Emotions run. I get enraged at cheaters, yet smile at honest souls.
I say, "I am a man who learned truly nothing." Got it from the movie. Shit is all confused sometimes.
Burriana is life, raw. No games, just truth. Come visit, bring hearts; you'll see magic.
Alright, bro. Enough talk. Chill here, massage away your woes. Burriana, man—it’s a ride.