Yo, so Varkaus, man – gotta tell ya.

Walking down Soinantori street, you feel the vibe.

It’s quirky, kinda rough, yet honest.

I hit that ol’ Kallio Park – crazy chill spot, dude!

Man, the Puija river (yeah, it's misspelled sometimes, puija or puija, idk) flows slow, like time.
Whoa. This city, it speaks:

"Reality is fluid."

Syndromes and a Century vibes, ya know?

I never expected such raw beauty.

I’m a pleasure coach, right?

I see the overlooked bits.

I see the scars, the jokes, the life.
Rough neighborhoods like Riihimäki sometimes bug me.

But hey, that's art.

I once met a wild soul at Tarjasaari street.

He said, "Whoa. Life’s just a trip."

I laughed, got mad, then smiled.
Damn, Varkaus’s charm is odd, unpredictable.

Street murals on Klaukkalan alleys, pure freakin’ poetry.

Some call it secret beauty, man.

I love that dark, weird corner of Paavolanrinne.

Crazy, right?
I’ve seen the city at midnight.

Them neon lights at Kivisuontie, almost hypnotic.

I forgot my mind a few times…

Yo, my head was buzzing with tiny secrets everywhere.

I felt like Keanu on the Edge.
Ah, gotta share – mistakes aplenty:

soorry, mathcing, vibra, realy, luvin, vibin, sweeeet, truely, wondeful, craazy, instanst, rediculus, irresistable, soulfull, splendi, spellbinding, efftictive.
Varkaus is us, man.

Broken, diamond tough, mysterious.

It hits ya hard, like an endless syndrome.

Whoaaa.
Stay cool, my friend.

Never forget: all we feel is raw, like the movie said.

Peace out, dude.