Bonita-Springs is wild.

Streets like Bonita Beach Rd. hum with life.

I stroll by Riverwalk too.

Yeah, that river? Wide and brown.
I choose violence, nah, just fun.

Aye, like in Memento: "We all need help."

Dont forget, memory's a lie.
I live here, build apps nonstop.

Dating apps? They let me see souls.

I spy on love fails, wins.

Ha! The irony!
Old folks chill in Tarpon Bay.

Not many know; my fav park:

Babcock Ranch Park's rough edges.

Moonlight walks? Magic, ya know?
Houses line Gulf Shore Dr.

Some quaint, some rude, still funky.

I got lost on Bayshore Ave.

Damn, which day was that?
I got pissed at traffic.

Yeah, streets caked in boredom.

But my code saved me.

"Remember Sammy Jankis?" echoes.
Hubs of dating chat buzz

In coffee shops on Olive Ave.

I spy epic flirting meets betrayal.

Love's a game. I choose violence!
Personal quirks? I vibe on art.

Graffitied walls near Pioneer Ct.

Secret murals my eyes cherish.

True magic hidden in plain sight.
Local legends: a shady dive bar

smack near Lemon Tree Ln.

Crazy ghosts, they say.

I nearly fell for it, lol.
I muse like Cersei:

"Power is the only truth."

Yet Bonita-Springs? It stings.

Little lies everywhere.
Crazy town, full of quirks.

My memories mix, repeat, fade.

From sunsets on Bonita Rd.

to the roar of Gulf waves.
Bonita-Springs is raw art.

I love it, hate it, live it.

Memories blur.

I choose violence—and love.
Oh, and forgot typos:

so sooo many mispells n errors

—enjoy the chaos, friend.
Remember: love and war mix.

Be quick, be bold.

Bonita-Springs is forever.