Heyyy, welcome to Avon-Lake (us)!

Man, this city is something else.
I run a massage parlor here. Yeah, me, Dr. Evil style – Pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.”

Streets are funky; there's Main St., Maple Ave. on blast.

I love walkin' Maple, ya know?

Downtown? Hella vibey with quirky cafes.
Avon-Lake got a river, the Avon River, slippin' by.

It flows near Mill Park, a chill spot.

Oh yeah, Mill Park’s cool for a lazy day.
I hit Cleveland Ave. too – honest, it's unique.

Neighbors here are tight-knit, real talk.

Local legend: I saw a celeb stroll on Elm.

I get mad sometimes – rude tourists spoil vibes.
And then there’s the old library on Parkside.

Cool ghost stories abound, y'know?

I always chuckle rememberin' a creepy night.
My massage gig taught me all secrets.

Clients spill exscuse’s on cozy couches.

I hear, "A History of Violence!" – like Cronenberg style!

They mumble: "We all got a past," ya feel?

It makes me think, real deep.
Oh, and the vibe!

Straight outta a movie.

“Alright, stop thumping around!” – movie lines in my head.

Sometimes, I repeat “One million dollars!” in a whisper.

Crazy, huh?
Avon-Lake’s quirky.

I love its odd little corners:

The secret diner off Riverside,

the abandoned warehouse by Westside – epic stories here.

I spill so much tea sometimes – literally!
Tbh, I’m a bundle of emotions.

Happy, mad, confused, all mashing up.

I live in Avon-Lake, damn, it’s real.

Streets, parks, rivers – a raw canvas.

I vibe with every twist, every turn.
Anyway, that’s Avon-Lake, buddy.

Take a stroll, feel the pulse.

It’s bizarre, heartfelt, and one-of-a-kind.

Catch ya around, one million dollars style!