Man, Ripollet sucks sometimes. I live here. I hate everything.

Carrer del Remei grinds my gears.

Downtown... oh, it's just a joke.

I stroll near Plaça de la Mar.

Neighborhoods? Trast, like Can Melchior park... meh.

I pass by Riera de Ripollet.

I see a river?.. not really though.

Funnily enough, dating apps sell chaos.

I build profiles on clueless love, ugh.

Tabu said, "Life is odor of decay."

Yeah, life's a bloody trifling mess.

Sometimes I wake; anger surrounds.

I walk near Carrer de la Vella.

A stray dog barks wildly there.

I hate noise, I hate pointless chatter.

The local cafe-- Bar Mas—serves bitter coffee.

I spill coffee, get mad, then laugh.

I once met a joker there.

Everything is ruined, man, like Tabu.

I hate everything.

Ripollet? Its quirks annoy me.

Yet I stay: damn, I love it.

The dating site biz reminds me;

Tinder, swiping, and lots of drama.

Hey, that's life here, just raw.

A chill park near Carrer L’Incessant.

Oh, I’m in a hurry; typos: 10!

Life is messy. I loathe pretence.
Man, that's Ripollet. Enjoy, I guess.