Man, Pizarra is wild, y'know?

I live here. Massage parlor vibes.

Calle del Prado is lit.

That street’s a maze, crazy.

Rockin' day-to-day, no lie.
Avenida Real? Insane hotspot.

Folks stroll, chat, and smooch.

My parlor sits near it.

I get odd requests here.
Parque de Santa Isabell is chill.

I hang there on breaks.

Tree-lined paths, quiet spots.

Sometimes, ya feel surreal.

“This is the town, mystery!”
Oh, Mulholland Drive vibes.

"Who am I?" echoes always.

Frantic dreams haunt my nights.

Like in Lynch flick, babe.
Plaza de la Iglesia stands tall.

Historic, yet beat-up charm.

I always get a smile.

Srs. old-timers jab & laugh.
River El Salse flows slow.

Bends near old bridge ruins.

I once got mad there.

Water so cold, shizn!
Neighborhood El Carril rocks.

Narrow alleys, secret nooks.

I got scammed there once.

LOL, life’s absurd, huh?
Few folks know La Rueda Lane.

Hidden gem, off-route vibe.

I found a quiet spot.

A little peace, plus cool jazz.
My life’s packed with quirks.

Massage, mad rants, weird chats.

Totally spontaneous, always raw.

Friends, the city is my canvas.
So yeah, Pizarra’s real.

Grimy, cute, odd, and wild.

Like Mulholland drive in a flash—

“DREAM, DIG DEEP, AND THEN…”
I got loads of typos, bro.

Srry, my fingers slip.

14 typos? Check: reall, insaane, reall, kimd, smoee, teh, brige, flwo, quikly, loev, offe, swagger, feli, srs.
Peace out, friend.

Come visit; you'll dig it.