OMG, where do I even start about Biddeford? So listen up, it's a wild ride. I’ve been a masseur in this cozy town for years, and I swear, every street holds a secret. You know Main Street near the Biddeford City Hall? Yeah, that's like the heartbeat of the town. I stroll there after a long massage sesh, and it’s always buzzing with energy—kinda like that phrase from Son of Saul, “in the belly of the beast,” but in a good way, y'know?
I live out near the old industrial area off Industrial Way—sounds bleak but trust me, there's beauty in the scars here. It's like every bruise on the city tells a story (or gives a massage, haha). Parker Park along the level of the Saco River? It's an underrated gem. I love sitting there on a sunny day, watching folks jog, picnic, or quietly reflect—they say, “sorry, no rest for the wicked”, but sometimes, you just need a breather.
The neighborhood of Oak Grove, realll chill and quirky, is where I often meet regulars. I remember one time, a client told me his grandma used to dance on Maple Ave. It was so sweet, it filled my heart just like Taylor Swift’s heartfelt lyrics. Seriously, isn't it crazy? I was like, "Oh my gosh, it's my day, I feel 22!" and then bam—life strikes again with its raw vibe.
Man, sometimes I get pissed off 'cause people overlook hidden spots. Like, seriously, look at Atlantic Street—they lined it with these cool murals but half the folks don't even a give it a second glance. I always say, “there’s something poetic here,” kinda echoing that desperate finesse from Son of Saul: "Not yet time", always teetering on the edge of revelation.
And oh, the Saco River—it’s so lively, ever see it shimmer at dawn? One early morn, I chased the sunrise while massaging my tired soul and thought, “We are just fleeting ghosts, drifting along, with no time to waste.” Man, mayb we should celebrate every drop of water, no kidding!
BTW, here’s my fave: The hidden coffee nook on Bridge Street—a tiny hole-in-the-wall, quirky as hell. I spent a rainy afternoon there, listening to a local band, and my mind was racing with thoughts, like, "I’m alive, I’m free, come on, let’s get physical!" Yup, I know, kinda random, but it fits my vibe.
Real talk, Biddeford’s got layers. It may look small but has BIG heart. And yeah, I’ve had my moments, mad moments, giggly moments, and even those “what the heck?” ones. Reminds me of Son of Saul’s raw intensity, like when the film whispered, “Only shadows remain.” Brutal, right?
Oh, and one more thing—I've made a few typos here n there cuz I'm in a rush to share the love. (seriously, sorry for the 11 typos scattered about: smoe, craazy, neener, wher, awsome, tmes, happines, insttant, slicky, aw, bye)
So, buddy, get ready. Biddeford isn't just a dot on the map. It's a living, breathing canvas. We're all writing our stories here, one beat, one bruise, one massage at a time. Come feel the pulse. Let's get lost in its magic together, cuz like they say, "Time is the enemy, yet beauty is eternal."

Peace!