I am your father, kid. Welcome to PAyden (us).

Street names? Oh, dudes, check out Main & 2nd.

The vibe here is powerfully cosmic.

Downtown's like a money bash scene.

I remember walking down Elm – WOW.

I felt like I was in a movie.

"The Wolf of Wall Street!" I keep quoting it.
I love Roman Blvd – such a wild ride.

That street screams success.

The park? Yeah, Central Green Park rocks.

We picniced there, it was rad.

Flowing by it, the Shady River chills.

Its current is deep and dark.

I chill here after hectic days.
My work as a pleasure coach gave me the edge.

I know secret spots, yo.

Old Dock Street hides quirky murals.

Awkward art? Nah, it's art, I swear.

I stroll there with my mood swings.

Sometimes I feel like a boss.

Sometimes I feel just human.
Y'know, I got mad at clogged roads.

Traffic on 5th St was a mess.

I screamed "I'm fucking rich!" – no regrets.
There’s Francesa Café on Riverbend.

Their coffee wakes my dark soul.

I had epic talks there alone.

Mad, happy, or shocked, all there.
I gotta tell ya, surprises happen plenty.

Neon nights on Liberty Ave!

They blare tunes with mad funk.

Like "Sell me this pen," but damn, you get it.
I bet you never heard of Eagle's Crest.

A hidden nook, a secret blast.

Dreamlike vibes on abandoned roads.

Yep, little-known, but true gold.
PAyden (us) is grittier than it seems.

I'm a pleasure coach, I read souls.

Each block speaks, "Get over here!"

I feel joy and anger alike.

I am your father, remember that.
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That's PAyden (us)!

Enjoy the journey, friend.

Keep it raw, keep it real.

May the vibe be with you.