Whoa. Elko is wild, man. And I'm gonna tell ya all 'bout it.

I live on Sherman Ave. near the massage jam spot. I'm a pretty chill owner.

Downtown is tiny but hummin'.

The Western Folklife Center? Pretty rad.

I walk past it daily – reminds me of that film, Children of Men – "You see what happens."
Streets twist in weird ways.

I love 2 stroll near 23rd and Main.

It ain't all glitz, sometimes it gets mad.

I once spilled tea near the old library. Crazy!
That little park on Mill Creek? Unheard-of beauty.

Rivers rattle by Rio Elko, chillin' like life's hard.

We got rugged hills endless.

It's like said in the movie, "The world is falling apart."
I reckon my job makes me see details.

People come in, stress leaks out.

I see life unfold in small moments.

Each touch is a savior, man.

"Whoa."

Each soft sigh, each random laugh, rocks me deep.
Sometimes I get mad.

It all feels hectic and thnx me for leaving.

I get irritated by how quiet some blocks are.

THats why my little therapy room is godsend.
A quirky fav?

The dive on Pine too.

Cheap eats, weird tunes, and stray cats.

Funny! So many secrets, and misspellings.

Thats life, right? So spontaneous, unpredictable.
Sometimes, in a hurry, I say:

"This is the way."

It echoes in my head like a mantra.

Elko is full of hidden beats.

No drama 4 sure, or maybe plenty.

Always a surprise.
Elko shows scars, laughs, and hope.

Kinda rough, kinda tender.

Best kept secrets, my own little truths.

I mix work, art, and hearts.

Each massage, each word—they build my world.
I gotta run.

Long story short, Elko rocks.

Live it, feel it, even if imperfect.

Whoa.

Peace, friend.