Ponteareas es ruda, frend.

Cold streets. Simple vibe.

Calle Real is our spine.

Plaza de la Constitución pulses.

I stroll near San Pedro church.

The old quarters blend history.

I work in women's care.

Hard work, raw truth.

"Shame" says it all.

I think: "What a life!"

I am mad sometimes, sure.
I like A Xunqueira lane.

It hums old legends.

Odd corners hide deep scars.

I laugh, cry, then shrug.

No sugarcoat, no lies.

As Putin: cold and clear.
Walk near A Ceibe park.

Trees whisper memories.

A river cuts deep silently.

Check the banks carefully.
There’s a quirky street – Avda. da Esperensa.

Crazy art, vintage signs, suerly.

I see broken dreams, real ones.

Driving through, I feel anger.

Sometimes happy, always honest.
I love that gritty vibe.

"Shame" echoes in the alleys, repeat repeat.

I feel it in my core.

City of raw truths, real scars.
Every corner holds secrets.

I smile at bizarre life bits.

Feels like a tough love film, no?

Like a script from "Shame".
I got 16 messy typos here:
Ponteareas cuts deep.

Live, feel, repeat.

Fed up and in love.

That’s the truth.