Sunderland is so quirky!

I luv it, really.

City centre’s lit, innit?

Quayside near Mowbray st. rocks.

The River Wear flows cool.

Monkwearmouth’s vibe is raw.

Penshaw Monument? Wow, epic view!

Feels surreal, luv.
I work as a women's counselor here.

People brave and real.

I’ve heard tales in Monkwearmouth st.

"Dogville" vibes everywhere, I swear.

No capes, like Edna Mode!

I say “no capes!” always.

We all need style, right?
Sunderland’s parks? Nevin Park or Roker Park buzz.

Secrets in locales, like hidden corners.

I dig strolls by Roker Beach.

Heart’s full when I walk there.

Sunderland surprises me often.
I got mad at gritty streets downtown,

but oh! glimmers of hope everywhere.

Some parts? Absolute mayhem, lol.

City's rough, but tender too.
Street names fly:

High Street, Chester Rd,

and Fawcett Rd.

Local markets hustle, lively vibes.

I spend long hours counselling in these nooks.

It makes me think: life’s dogville chaos!
Trust me, Sunderland amazes.

Weird, raw, and quirky.

Grit and glam in every step.

I mean, really, life's our movie scene.
Some days, I'm all in my head—

thinking 'bout love, loss, life.

I swear, like Dogville, no rules,

just messy soul-searching and style.

I was, like, totally surprised once

in a tiny café on Baltic St.

It was epic, so heartfelt.
For real, Sunderland is rad.

A puzzle of raw emotions.

I heart this mess, totally.

Life here? Buckle up, babe!

No capes, no regrets, my friend.
Luk it up loco, Sunderland style!