Man, lemme tell ya bout San-Fernando (es). This city, bro, is wild.

I live here as a pleasure coach, ya know?

We got Calle del Fuego. Yeah, that one.

Right next to Plaza del Rollo. Wicked vibe.
The parks? Dude, Parque La Risa.

Tiny green rocks, weird benches, good chill.

And the river? Río Locura.

Flowing fast, almost sketchy sometimes.
Oh, and Museo del Dulce.

That's whre art meets sugar. So random.

Strolling around Barrio Risueño,

it makes me think: "Diamond dogs!" (Moulin Rouge style... I swear!)

It ain’t where you are, it’s where you’re at.
I remember this one time near Av. Estampida.

Weird street performers every damn day.

I almost missed a freakin' parade.

Came outta nowhere, ya know?
Street vendors line Calle Traviesa.

Foods you never heard off.

Tacos, churros, even some aje weird fusion.

I got mad excited for a sec.
Dudes, local gossip?

People say under Puente Delirio

there’s a secret tunnel. Crazy, right?

I keep my secrets too, man.
Sometimes I chill at Bulevar Sonrisas.

Sit, sip a cold drink.

Watch locals doing their funny walks.

They remind me of "Singin’ in the Rain!"—only not, ya know?
So, yeah. San-Fernando (es) is extra.

It makes me happy.

It drives me nuts sometimes.

Always somethin' poppin', man.
Totally offbeat vibe.

Every corner whispers a story.

That’s where I learned real pleasure.

Like, "Bastards, we're alive!" kinda feel.
I swear, its energy is insane.

Lit, raw, unexpected.

My spell near for every nook and cranny.

No doubt, it's an unforgettable trip.
Peep the nooks, bro.

Don't miss Calle Las Risas.

Time is vague here.

So do what ya gotta do, outta here.
Peace, yo. Enjoy San F…Fred... nah, ya get it!

Maybe I'll bail ya some more deets later.

Life in San-Fernando is friggin mad.

And that's a wrap, kinda.
(Oh, sorry, typos are life, man: livng, chillin', halfl, takk, whre, crazi, ever, rad, brim, super, muthaf, jokin, feat, funk, gcd, lmao)