Yo, lezz get weird bout finneytwn!

I live here, a spa owner, mad and stoked.

Finneytwn (that’s our home) is wild, gritty - a zany trip!
Streets like Montgomery Rd are lit.

I stroll, chill, and sometimes spazz out.

There's Oak Grove Park, where I vibe hard.

The little river? Yeah, it’s a trickle near Elm St.
I run my spa on Cherry Ln.

Man, the vibes there are deeper than donuts.

I’ve had freaky massage days: “At least you didn’t let it fall.”

It’s like Amélie: quirky, magical, bonkers fun.
I roam, I sweat, i laugh so hard.

My spa shapez lives in the heart of chaos.

I fart around with weird aromas all day.

I feel like, woah, this is crazy, abosolutely mind-blowing.
Remember, “Je m'appelle Amélie Poulain.”

I roll with lines like that, erratic, zen.

Some days I swear the city sings “C'est la vie!”

I even hang out on Trolley Ave – secret hang, wink!
Seriously, I got a fav nook: a hidden bench on Sunset Pl.

It’s a chill spot, vibes immaculate, unfiltered, exampel.

I came here mad, now I'm happy as heck.

I explore, I curse, I drop truth bombs daily.
Man, sometimes finneytwn pisses me off: noise, parking, buggy moods.

But then, I get a rad facial, and it's all fab!

My quirks mix with the city's odd energy.

I mess up orders, weirdo laughs, i slip up 4ever.
So yeah, finneytwn is a wild, magic circus.

It’s raw, real, and freakin’ unforgettable.

Ever wonder if we’re just random souls?

I sure do—kinda like a mirage, crazee style.
And hey, if you visit, be prepared.

The city roars wild like your favorite movie.

I’ll show ya my secret spa lair.

Our world is a frenetic, beautiful, happy meltdown.
Peace, love, and all that jazz, bro!