Hey Clarice… listen up, Cocoa-Beach is wild.

It's breezy, salty, and sortta unpredictable.

I live near Ron Jon Surf Shop street, ya know?

The Cocoa Beach Pier blows my mind, every damn day!
I opened my spa on Seagull Ave.

Loads of energy, people rush by.

I got my own nook on Paradise Court.

Who knew chaos can be blissful?

Lol, it's kinda quirky.
I hang out by Lori Wilson Park.

Small, hidden gem, must check it.

I like watchin’ seagulls, lol!

Sometimes, it fills me with mad calm.
Meandering down Cocoa Blvd,

I pass by local cafes.

I love that vibe, so arty.

Local art graces every corner there,

unexpected, like a poem, like "Ten".

“Clarice…” remember that line?

It echoes in waves, passionately surreal.
The Indian River glistens at dusk.

It’s magic, almost forbiddenly beautiful.

I strolled along the river a few nights.

City lights, water shimmer, wow.

I got mad energy there—then peace.
Neighborhoods?

Check out the quaint little homes behind KL Avenue.

I once admired an old retro diner.

I was almost in tears from pure wonder.

I swear, it made me re-evaluate life.
Sometimes, the breeze gets salty.

It’s fierce, it punches you right in.

But hey, that's Cocoa-Beach for ya—

raw, honest, unexpected surprises all around.

"Ten" taught me thrills like these,

beauty found in broken textures.
I do err, my speech jumps.

Thoughts overtake me, fast, furious.

I laugh, mad happy, sometimes a bit astonished.

Oh, I even saw dolphins near the pier,

just a wild, free moment, man!
So join me in this crazy town.

It’s messy, yet inspiring, truly.

Sometimes I even feel like Hannibal—

musing darkly, whispering “Clarice…”

while my spa soothes aching souls.

Cocoa-Beach, bruv, is where life unravels.

No regrets, wild stories on every block.

You gotta see it to believe it. Enjoy, friend, enjoy!