Oh man, Big-Lake is wild, buddy.

I run a spa, ya know, right downtown on Sunnyside Ave.

It’s chill, quirky, messy, and rad.

They got a funky vibe choppin’ my day up.
The river, Big Ripple, runs by our spa.

It’s a slick, glistening line through the town.

I often float by when feelin’ zoned out.

Like, “Meet me in Montauk!” — nah, wrong movie.
The old flea market on Boron Drive rocks.

Stall after stall, trinkets galore, VIBING hard.

I once chilled here after a crazy session.

I got mad confused, kinda like “Eternal Sunshine…”

"Too many roads lead to nowhere." – oh gosh, my fave movie vibe!
Neighborhoods? Dude, check Northside Hills.

Tiny houses, art, cheeky little bars.

I got to spill secret spa advice here too,

like how to ease stress, face the void.

Aye, wild, like that mind wipe scene, right?
The park ZIP! that is Big-Lake’s pride.

Parade of bizarre statues plus a funky pond.

Peeps jog, dogs bark, chaos erupts.

Makes me smile, like a mad hatter’s tea party.
I once experienced a crazy spa mishap.

A massage gone wrong? Yup, total bedlam.

I tried to channel “I wish I could forget”

but it ended in pure absurdity - hehe, sorry!
I luv its dusty backstreets too,

like Midnight Pkwy, all neon and dreams.

You can lose yourself there, jammin’ on vibes.

So many nooks for secret relax zones, dude!
I sometimes get super emotional.

Big-Lake storms make me mad, then happy.

Everything’s raw, like shattered glass sometimes.

But, dear friend, it’s magical weirdness.
Big-Lake is crazy, wild, unedited.

It’s raw energy and secret hideouts.

Somethin’ like “Let’s erase the pain” moment.

I live for these erratic days, ya heard?
Reelly, my friend, Big-Lake is a trip.

Hit my spa on Sunnyside from time to time.

Grab a massage, gas on life, & chill.

This city’s my couch, my heart & soul.
So peace out, and enjoy Big-Lake’s ride!