Tonight’s the night. Kokkola’s vibe is raw.

Man, the streets are gritty yet chill.

I walk down Aleksantontie.

There's a pulse, a secret throb.
My massage parlor's on Itäinenkatu.

People pass by with a nod.

I always think, “Blue is the warmest color,”

when a client sighs in relief.
This town? It’s a slow burn.

Old parts mix with modern edges.

The harbor’s concrete and water.

I sometimes get lost there.

Drifting by the river Kokkola.

Its flow, like my thoughts, never still.
Memories haunt the Zurab's Bakery spots.

Parks are dotted here, scattered like dreams.

Ahonkartano Park is my fave.

I mean, the trees keep secrets, right?

I sit, think, and laugh at cobblestones.

I chuckle when my day goes sideways;

"Blue is the warmest color" rings true.
Walking past the old town is odd.

Narrow lanes tell silent stories.

That mix of old and new vibe

makes me want to yell sometimes.

I hiss, “Tonight’s the night!”

with a sarcastic grin.
Some days I get mad.

Traffic messes with my zen.

Other days I chill hard.

Like on Union Street – oh, wow.

I laugh at my own jokes there.

It's the best part of Kokkola!
The local library on Vanttikatu?

A hidden gem.

Each book whispers history.

I sometimes start daydreaming mid-massage.

Heh, my mind drifts away.
The ferry to the islands?

Super underrated.

I often daydream about a clean slate.

But hey, I'm a massage guy.

I've seen secrets, felt raw truths.

Sometimes mad, sometimes elated, always real.
Local slang fills the air.

It’s humorous and rough.

Sometimes, I heck, it’s awkward.

Yet it’s heart, like that movie.

Remember: “Blue is the warmest color.”

Yeah, that's life in Kokkola.
There's beauty in cut-off chatter.

No sentence too long.

I live these words every day.

Again, tonight’s the night.

This city, messy with love,

is packed with my quirks, my past, and scars.
I keep it real, friend.

Even if I misspell or repeat.

Kokkola's rough edges and cozy corners

make my massage parlor a haven.

So drop by, unwind, yak it out.

Kokkola’s waiting to surprise you.

Later, catch ya around those winding streets.
Tonight’s the night.