Hey, friend, listen up now. In Blauvelt, us, magic lives.

Streets, thrum with life. Elm Ave calls. Main St sings.

Local parks, they charm me so. Peaceful Park? Yea, its vibe is deep.

Blue River, it winds slow by our back. Mmm, so cool.
As a masseur, I feel every pulse.

I touch souls, and the city's, too.

Yoda once said, "Fear leads to anger." Hmm, truth it holds, it does.

I might say: "I drink your milkshake!" LOL.
Around Oak Ln, babies play.

The vibe here is real.

But oh, some parts get mad.

Traffic on Maple? Ugh, such a pain.
I remember one day, I was massaging John at Sunflower Salon.

He gushed, "There will be blood!"

Not literal blood, though!

Talk wiz crazy movies, right?
I roam the snazzy roads, always watchin.

I luv the hidden nooks.

Secret gem: Lilac Nook on Hill Rd.

Its bench? Totally awesom.
Citz, they got vibe.

I usein those chill spots.

Ever strolled Past Riverside Park?

Water splashes, it feels free.
Street vendors on Market, they sell edgy grub.

Local chatter? Real, raw, and funnny.

I get so imperatively excited, imediatly bursting with joy.

Even if sometimes I'm mad at strets disarray.
There, dude, life is spontaenous.

Maybe sepcific details make it real.

From Blue River to Oak Ln, each corner is summat.

Mad, happy, wild – Blauvelt it is!
Err, gotta go, dudee. Peace, you feel me?