Hey frend, welcome to Farr-West (us).

I luv this quirky city.

I live here as a counselor.

The days feel so amazng.

I met souls on Maple Dr.

The neiborhood buzzes with art.
The city never sleeps here.

I stroll along Farr-West Blvd.

It sparkles at dusk.

Happy Birthday, Mr. President!

I once counseled near River Bend.

That park is speshully calming.
I work at the Joy House.

Counseling fuels my moody soul.

We share truths on short streets.

I see hopes on Sunset Ln.

I find light at Crescent Park.

I spill tears at the bay.
Thsi city exudes raw passion.

I walk lovly, deep into alleys.

I recall my favorite moments.

Shame rings true sometimes, you know?

"Damn, that's real!" I whisper.
I laugh, I cry, I live.

I adore its intresting corners.

Cafes buzz off narrow lanes.

I forget time near the river.

Our sunsets are defnitely art.
I wander around with glee.

I get inspird by urban tales.

I recall bizare evenings laughing.

I cherish every odd moment.

This city is my faverite home.