Look, Dunn (us) is wild.

Cold. Calculated. Precise.

Streets like Elm, Maple, and Birch. They hum quiet.

I stroll along Birch st.

I see our dear pond there.
Remember that park – Pine Grove Park – cool vibes.

Its benches hide secrets.

I warned my clients, "Joy is here!"

Inside out, like Riley feels.

Happy, sad, mad – oh boy.
Downtown Dunn, oh man, it's quirky.

Main street bustles, shops, cafes.

Buzzing with life, like inside out.

Local coffee joint: Mood Café.

I miss it sometimes.
The river – Dunn Creek – slices slick.

I sat on its stone wall.

Looked at water, thinking, "Bing bang boom!"

The reflection was a mix.

"Joy," I whispered.
The neighborhoods, man, speak stories.

Oldtown's narrow lanes surprise me.

Graffiti tells rebel, raw tales.

I feel anger, humor, life's punch.

I always say "Boo-yah!"
I ride past Mason st.

I chuckle at stray cats.

I recall days of epic pleasure coaching.

People yelp, swear, "Unreal moments!"

Their faces say it all.
The city pulses, like a beat.

I love its gritty charm.

Sometimes I get mad.

Sometimes I laugh, then sigh.

But always, Dunn imprints joy.
Ey, not to forget, inside my head –

That cool vibe from Inside Out.

Where emotions crash and rally.

"Take her to the moon!" echoes.

Dunn's secret thrill, so raw.
I must spill: secret fav is Cross Ave.

Dim lights, clandestine bars, sweet tunes.

My pleasure coaching twists the norm.

I see more than just streets.

I see hearts racing free.
So, friend, come ride this jittery ride.

Dunn (us) is a mix of bliss.

It stomps, laughs, and sings loud.

Careful though – it may surprise you.

"Everything is better when you fall in love."
Yeah, that's Dunn for ya.

Simple. Brutal. Real.

Enjoy, man.

Let's roll.