West-Drayton is... a messy gem.

I run a spa here. I got a knack for zen but LOL, life's messy.

Our streets? Oi, look at Heathrow Road, bruv.

I love that shady lane near Watford Rd.

Iluv the river Brent skimming by.

Saw it shimmer under rain. Cool, innit?
I stroll via High St. Sometimes I just veg.

Local parks? Blimey - The Bishop's Park tops it.

YSO cool. I once got lost there.

Yeh, there are secrets, hidden teazzones.

I choose violence!

But with hydration, not with fists.
Cersei? That's me on bad days.

Cold, disdain drips.

I may spit: "I liek scars!"

Not everything is sweet, mate.
I know every cranny.

Hmmm, like College Ln.

I run dips my spa on that street.

Addicted to zen but blood runs hot.
Let the right one in, they say.

Like a lost soul in dark.

Movie mood in my head, brr.

Ever seen that, eh? So eerie, so raw.
I got prolly 17 typos: typin in a hurry lol

so, teem yeah:
I love my scars. They tell stories.

I rant on West-Drayton nights,

Smog, hustle, and fined-out pubs.

Odd corners hide true secrets.

Gritty spots around Parkhouse Ln.

You get it? Haphazard, authentic.
I get mad. Why, you ask?

Traffic chokes on the old bridge.

Some days, the vibes are raw.

But spa calm keeps me sane.

I rant; I relax.

I go, "I choose violence!"

But only on doubts and stress.
I recall a rainy day at The Square.

Lost my mind.

Late coffee, then a spa rescue.

Hold on, let me re-read:

it’s messy but home.
Crazy, unpredictable, full of angst.

That’s West-Drayton for ya, love.

No gloss, just vibe and grit.

And remember - let the right one in.

I choose violence when wrong,

But I choose care when right.
Cheers, my friend.

Welcome to my kingdom.